So you know when you go to the Dentist and you make the promises to stop drinking fizzy drinks! You’ll floss twice a day before brushing… well that’s how I feel when I go to the hairdressers. 

I mean… what is wrong with me? I’m not a super hyper person who can’t sit still but there’s something about the hairdressers that fills me with dread. I sit in the chair as they make polite conversation around my two inch (grey) roots! 

I attempt excuses… 

I’m sure they have heard it all, but then they go in to examine the hair…it’s dry, the ends are split, it’s pretty frizzy and although I have never been told any of these things… its all I think about. They know, I know, we all know I take very little care of it, outside of washing it and keeping it clean. 

As a kid I had great hair… cause obviously my Mam looked after it! So I ask myself … why do I dislike it? The reasons aren’t obvious… feels like a waste of time, you not allowed to move, the spell of bleach and products is gross and the smell of hot wet hair is gross.  

BUT…

When you leave, you feel a million dollars leaving, your hair is in the best condition of its life. But I also breathe a sigh of relief that I don’t have to go near them again for three months.  I always for a change go for a straight finish… am I on my own here… do you like going to the hairdressers? 

❤️ Siobhán. 

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