Pushing the glass door open, i had a sense of renewed confidence. Life can only get better after this.
He would know exactly what to do with me. Not too short, something different, a change that will really stand out. Something drastic.
A perm. A PERM??? He suggested a PERM? Hello? Did i hear correctly? I think my heart stopped for a minute there imagining the last time i had a perm, I was likened to 'Mufasa'(from the Lion King) by my oh-so-sensitive best friend.
I don't care. I needed this. He knew what he was doing. I got introduced to gadgets i had never seen before (reminded me a lot like going into surgery - they even had a rubberrised extended version of the metal vomiting tray in hospitals).
A good 2 inches of my beloved hair got snipped off and the rest got "frizzed". Reading last years VOGUE, hair in rollers wrapped in Cling Wrap, i know exactly how it feels like to be an "Ah POR", bring on the mah-jong set!!!
Change is right. I wanted one and boy, did I get one! It is different. I don't look like Mufasa. I like it. I do. *gLeE*