Mullet avoided and I am not scarred by an incredibly short fringe (or bangs as they are called in the US) but I looked as southern as all get out leaving the hairdressers’. I walked in as Tina and left as Tina-Sue.
Hair straightening is something they don’t really practise here apparently. Every time I saw myself in the mirror I would chuckle out loud.
I took a shot of just the bottom of my hair, that was the most interesting part and also is a good advert for Autumn Soul!Is it wrong that I actually kind of liked it?!
It’s nearly the weekend already, my that went quick. Tomorrow I’m getting my hair cut. I don’t like new hairdressers, it takes me a while to trust them. My hairdresser at home is great, he knows that I am slightly scared of him cutting my hair and is always starts of slowly.
I wasn’t always like that. My last hairdresser scarred me, but not through some terrible accident with his scissors. He was cutting that grown out fringe bit and despite the fact he had cut my hair for at least seven years he whacked it off, leaving me with hardly even what you could call a fringe. It ended a good inch above my eyebrows*. I never went back to him, despite our long history together.
So I really didn’t want to have get my hair cut here, I thought I could manage until I was home in May but I have a torrent of split ends (the official collective noun for split ends) so I really can’t wait. But this time, in Hicksville, anything less than a mullet will count as a success.
* Photos of my like this sadly do still exist. It was the summer of ICYC in UUJ. So there are probably photos of me like this all around the world. Great.
The parents have been safely despatched. Yesterday was a bit crazy with trying to say goodbye to everyone and get everything sorted before heading down to Greenville. Before they left, we all had dinner with Greenville people, actually it was just Greenville boys (I’m such a hussy!). It was a good night, with plenty of banter, of course much of it was slagging me, especially when it came to the night of the mouse. Boys!
G & V’s grandchildren are down staying. They picked me flowers which are now being proudly displayed on my desk. Bless their hearts.PS Jud is great! I love Mini Eggs and Creme Eggs. She sent me some. Kari is also great! She me a giraffe. I love giraffes. Although it's still hard to beat the US Treasury's great post this week.
I am steadily collecting my points and soon will be ready to receive my ‘best daughter ever’ award. In fact, David will have some work to do when they get home to beat me in my current position of number one child. Although my distance should help him, so I'm not hopeful that I'll stay there long. (I'm sure my parents would like me to point out they don't actually have favourites. David and I know different...it's Karen)
So yes, I have been ferrying the ‘rents all over the show. Yesterday we went into Asheville. Today was Waynesville. Tomorrow they leave from Greenville (all the 'villes then). Looking forward to them leaving, but only to get my house back to some sort of order you understand.
In other news, thanks to US Treasury for returning my taxes. Much obliged.
Obviously I spent the weekend with Mother and Father. On Saturday was showing them around where I live and work and all that. Then yesterday we went to the Biltmore again, so playing the tourists! It was absolutely gorgeous weather this weekend, from last weekend’s snow, all of a sudden it turned to summer. It was in the twenties here so the sunglasses and flip flops were on again and I can’t imagine it’ll not long before the summer skirts and shorts are out! I’d like to say bring it on, but I know I’ll be moaning about the heat soon enough so I’ll hang fire on that one.
