Of haircuts and style…

I’m impulsive, and once again I paid a price for it, only this time, my lustrous tresses had to bear the brunt.
I’m fond of Vinati’s hair styles and though Mad O What is this funky place with whack-iest hair dos, I like it for this very reason.
So the first time I got my l-oooo-ng hair chopped, it was a sassy style, very summery and bouncy and not too wild, in line with conventions.
Now when I return after four months, with hair that’s fairly long and still almost in shape, Vinati gets at it with some excitement.
“Umm we chop it here, we chop it there, oh we chop the volume off, the mop is out, we do the chop-chop.”
Since I trust her with my hair (honestly I do not care much, good or bad, I’ll carry it off with élan anyway) I sat down, facing the mirror with no expression at all. Then in a feeble voice I say, “ Vins I need a trim, that’s all." She looked rather dismayed and insisted that I be wild.
Sigh! So here I’m with an absolutely wild and funky and lord knows what not, sort of a hair do.

My take:
Its looks glamorous, just that it’s against my jhola-chappal-persona, and hey I quite dislike those fancy clips, damn what are they called- tick-tacks? They make you look like a school girl. And yeah, Vinanti, did give me a fancy yellow clip with a blue star, trying really hard to make me look cute and all. This is so against my personality!!

The way I carry it now- its looks rugged, like a runway model, in style with my style, that is. Its not th-aa-t bad, you see.

Oh yes, I feel nice and whacked, young and flouncy, I look at the mirror often (just to check if the hair isn’t misbehaving). Sometimes its good to be slightly different than your usual self, haircuts help you there.

Addendum:
I’m sure to go blind from the left eye now, a lil Lhasa puppy who has hair falling all on one eye.