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

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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