The Ex Factor.

Someone (kindly) brought it to my attention that I was pitting two of Brad Pitt’s ex-girlfriends (wives, whatever) against each other in selecting my new hairstyle. I hadn’t even thought twice about it. I don’t have a Brad Pitt infatuation. Promise.

Today was one of those days where pleasant surprises just seemed to find me. I felt light and lucky.
I turned up to my hair appointment and my technician (snazzy word for hair colourist) got all passionate on me.
Technician: When you walked in through that door I just knew what I wanted to do with you. I can see it all now. Pink blond here. White blond there.
Me: Okay. I trust you. Do what you want. Do what you think.
Technician: You should never say that to a technician. (Evil laugh).

I consulted with my hair cutter (she didn’t have a snazzy title, so I’ll leave it at that). I told her what I thought my two options were. She was really excited about the shorter style. So we went with that.

She tied my long hair back into a ponytail and asked me one more time: Are you sure about this?

To be honest in that very moment, I wasn’t so sure. I did want to take a moment and rethink it all, but instead I nodded and said: Sure. Do what you think.

In one swift snip, my ponytail was gone.


The salon was really quiet and I felt really relaxed. There was the usual chatter about nothing. I didn’t mind it.
The young guy washing my hair apologised for sounding so nasal-y. I hadn’t noticed. He said he was coming down with a cold and began to cough and splatter. Thanks for sharing the … love.

I couldn’t get a good photo. I don’t have a monobrow like this photo is suggesting. Promise.

I went through four magazines in the time it took to get my hair done. It was bliss. No one trying to tear the pages out. No one needing a feed mid-page. I decided to catch up on some text messages. I messaged my employer to confirm my return to work date. It was a week later than I had assumed. One week more holiday. Bliss.

Whilst I was getting my final rinse, just after the magical head massage I got a text from Hubby. He just bought a brand new car. Shock. Elation. Excitement. New car smells. Yum.

So all in all a good, no scratch that, GREAT day.

In the end Gwyneth won. xx

Bondi.

Strike That.

18 thoughts on “The Ex Factor.”

  1. Love the new hairstyle Telle, you look gorgeous! It sounds like you had a great day. I think I need to follow suit and take myself off to the hairdresser. It’s been a while…

  2. Very pretty 🙂

    I also love the total decedance of reading lots of magazines uninterrupted at the hairdresser. Its the little things as a new mum!

    yay for the car!

  3. Kathryn: Oh, I tried. I took about twenty and I couldn’t get it right. These were the best that I could get.

    Amanda: It feels so nice to start afresh. Let us know when you decide to visit the hairdresser.

    Amy: I realise now how much I used to take all that time I had alone, and hands free for granted. I live a very grateful existence now!

    Diana: Thank you. x

    HD: We get the car in about a month – hopefully less. I can’t wait for it to be here.

    Simone: I’ll be stalking your blog now. If only I could work out the time difference and when you would have had it done. I am thinking by this time tomorrow?

    MizFit: Anti-Gwyneth? Hmm. 😛 Thank you. x

    Stepstotheleft: Thanks lovie. x

    Jen: Owwww. Thank you. x Shucks.

    G: Thank you. xx

    NLK: Thank you. xx

    Pretty Lush: Thank you. Those days are pretty special aren’t they. x

  4. WOWOWOWOWOWOWO – looks AMAZING! how funny that sister’s went to the same salon on the same day! ha! i’ve got almost black hair again.. and they didn’t blow dry it the way i wanted.; but i’m still happy .YOu – on the other hand WOWOWOWOW best hair cut and colour EVER!!!! xoxoxoxo luv u

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