Monday, April 25, 2011

Lyin' Eyes

Girls, I need you to be honest with me. Have you ever cheated? I think it's safe to say many of you have. Sometimes you don't want to but you're forced into it. Maybe being away from home causes it. Or perhaps the timing of things means you have to look further afield. Sometimes it causes you angst and guilt, other times it might lead to more permanent change if you discover something that's been missing. Regardless, it's not a situation you enter into lightly.

I'm talking about hairdressers, of course. What did you think I meant? I've been unfaithful to hairdressers in the past and it rarely ends well. Instead of a slight trim you end up losing inches and need to wear a hat for weeks until it grows back. Or they do such a bad job of matching your colour that you look like your 4 year old did it at home. But sometimes, seeing someone new is entirely unavoidable.

I'm up against this right now. School holidays and public holidays means I've run out of time. I'm jetting off to Sydney for the launch of Kerri Sackville's first book When My Husband Does The Dishes this week and I need a hair cut. My choices are to go and meet a bunch of fabulous tweeps in stylish venues and attend the launch looking like bedraggled street urchin, or take the risk and have it done in Sydney. Neither is an appealing prospect but I fear I have no choice but to go with the latter.

I'm not comfortable with this scenario. One of the worst things is getting caught. You know what it's like, you stray, and when you next see your regular hairdresser they know you've gone somewhere else. They can spot it straight away. You tell them what happened, but it sounds like a feeble excuse, you feel ashamed and unable to make eye contact. Which is really unfortunate given my current stylist is a 21 year old, straight, footballer with abs of steel. But that's beside the point.

So, Sydney folk, I need your help. Save me by recommending a hairdresser in the CBD who can squeeze in a procrastinating, disorganised prospective street urchin at very short notice. Otherwise, the results may be disastrous!


  1. Oh LORD. I haven't had my hair cut!! Should I????? xxxx

  2. There you were, thinking my bloggy friends will help you..NUH...all about them.
    Does Kerri Sackville think Thursday night is all about her??
    I wouldn't dare recommend a hairdresser in CBD unless I knew one that didn't charge less than $100. Sorry...I will think you are bootiful anyway. XXX
    PS Only few more sleeps.."bed" head

  3. Geez, buy a hat Stat....abs of steel, straight. Nuff said!

  4. I may not cheat so much as criminally neglect. I managed to get an appointment Thursday night after work and came home at 9.30pm with takeaway food. My hair was SO bad (shapeless, dull, outgrown) it took priority over many things. It also required much precision and negotiation in the planning.

    A man who pays $15 for a barber cut, in and out in 12 minutes, will NEVER IN HIS LIFETIME understand why it takes 3 HOURS and TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS to get a professional colour and cut. Then they ask you why it's been so long (nearly a year) and try to book you in again (sooner than I can afford). So, while necessary and I'm always so relieved when it's done, it's never my favourite thing to do. Ever.

  5. That moment when you sit down with your regular hairdresser and have to tell them you went elsewhere - gah!!!! I've done it many times. Good luck with the cut - have a ball in Sydney. Wish I was going too x