I arrived this afternoon with pictures of everything from long layers to short pixies and sat in my chair, nervously flipping through style magazines and listening to french MTV blast from the overhead speakers.
Then he arrived, the stylist in charge,(I had had nightmares of a scissor-wielding madman, but he looked fairly sane), he led me to a mirror and asked what I would like to do with my hair. I shrugged and gave a vague 'something different' while handing him the pics of styles I thought would be interesting, explaining I had NEVER had hair shorter than my shoulder blades and wasn't sure if it would even work with my face. He laughed, tossed the photos and started holding my hair in different ways, all while I was sweating bullets, and just like that, with a few turns of phrase, he had convinced me to lose over a foot of hair.
Then the white coated students arrived, and the man in charge explained what he was thinking while ten pairs of eyes were riveted on my soon to be dearly departed locks. After a few questions, the scissors came out for the big cut. My stylist jokingly checked my pulse to see if I would have a heart attack and after a countdown, followed by a quick snip, he was holding a great deal of brown hair. I managed not to faint and surprisingly did not panic as more and more hair fell to the floor around me, snipped away by two smiling students.
I promise to upload photos soon, most likely after this weekend's trip to Amsterdam for the flower festival. Much love from a no longer long haired Lisa ;)
xxoo
violĂ , a photo post-styling by pros (I often just let it air dry and do what it will, but its nice to think it has the sleekness potential) :)
your hair looks beautiful love and miss you Lisa
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