I do luvs my US blogging mate Daisy Jo. Yesterday she tore around her small Ohio town slipping and sliding on ice. Not quite true, she was having severe traction problems and not getting anywhere fast.
Today she suffered a lightning attack on her eyebrows by her hairdresser with hot wax at hand.
These hair dressers try to disarm you with their endless chit chat but you have to take control.
Not the last time but the time before when I had my hair cut at the usual place in Brunswick Street (no free advertising for him anymore), the owner cut it. I was a little vague about what I wanted buy said basically a buzz cut, perhaps number five on top and three at the sides. He suggested he could merge the two better with scissors and I said ok. Result was fine, except it cost six dollars more.
Next time I got my favourite cutter, a Kiwi born lass. She did as I asked. I know in the past I have said that I prefer males to cut my hair, but I have changed my mind. Ok?
Today she was absent, so I got the boss again. I firmly stated what I wanted in my deepest butch voice and I did not get an argument.
You really do have to be assertive with hairdressers.