Taking the style out of hairstyle

Why do I do it…..I always do it…today I was in a fernickety mood…yes I am sure it’s a word…anywho..I had to head into the big smoke…well not Melbourne as such but our big smoke..

Reason being long story short..i had to get a refund on some meat that was rank and some bread that when I took it out of the freezer had grown a green beard…years in the food industry has me taking no prisoners when it comes to ‘off’ food.
So I head into town..and when I get there I am sweating like an idiot my hair is driving me nuts…it’s in a pony tail but it still weighs at least 9 kilos and is thicker than treacle..it’s flicking in my face and I am sweating and whipping of layers of clothes like I am about to go for a swim…
Got the picture..ok..so I do it again…yes I walk up to a quick cuts hair dresser…I don’t go to a salon and make a booking..no not impulse geared me
and sure enough in ten minutes they can get me in..even waiting I knew I was making an epic mistake…not dissing these hairdressers..but I am…
I am awkward at salons at the best if times,i feel like a phoney..i am a woman who works fixing fencing digging holes burning off gorse piled to the moon..i cuddle dogs and cats and sheep I wear boots..but I am still a girl .
I wear overalls with ribbons in my hair and flash nails..i am in fact an enigma..it is this enigma I have trouble with at salons..i feel phoney because when I say how I would like my hair I am sure I get what they think my hair should look like for a 5o plus year old hole digger..
I sat down explained it was way too thick and long and causing me grief in the sweating department (not really singing my feminine praises) and that I would like it a lot shorter and described with my hands and hair how I wanted it…
So 28 dollars later (I know) I got what I paid for..and me being me said “that’s great thanks”.
Well great it ain’t…I hate it more than the dentist…it is so boofy I feel like a damn cottonwool ball has been plopped on my head..i then had to go get this refund which ended with the woman grilling me as if I was a criminal…being upset with my hair and her grilling I was beset with a massive hot flush which made me LOOK like a criminal..so I got my refund and left.
I got in the car and looked in the rear vision mirror perhaps wondering if there had been a miracle between “Thank’s it’s great” and ‘There was no way I was driving in here for half and hour with rancid meat on the passenger seat’
Now hubby say’s it just needs to settle it’s not got all that hair to weigh it down……I say weigh it down with a concrete block…
So as I get ready for bed minus at least 8.5 kilos of hair all I can say is why???
How much did I have hacked off..about 7 inches…yes I am a nut…
I am off to buy product tomorrow and hopefully I will look less like a cotton wool ball….