For those clever ones out there, my name is Welsh for the smiling basket. Why? Well, a basket is a vessel that appears stable. In fact, it is tightly wound, rarely reveals weakness and is widely accepted not to smile; that's me. I intend to, through this blog, unwind, release my load and smile, hopefully bringing strangers on the joy ride with me. So friends, I am setting out on a journey, and I hope to see you at the other end.
Tuesday 30 April 2013
0104: HAIRCUTS
You feel like a weight has been lifted. Or removed, chopped off rather. And the salon smells really nice. And hairdressers basically have a PHD in psychology and can talk you through anything. Oh, and the compliments the next day are fantastic.
Unless, of course, your hairdresser sucks and has hacked your precious locks to a pathetic mess. Then I bid you good luck.
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