Thursday 16 May 2002

Sam got his hair cut tonight, and he looks pretty gorgeous, except I really should have hovered around him as I usually do because the hairdresser, while doing a fabulous job, never ever cuts it short enough, and I have to. well, supervise. This time I could tell G was getting kinda pissed off with me doing the "mother hen" act (I'm not obvious about it; it's just that I'm there at the salon and there's only so many girlie and hair mags I can read without feeling sick and rebellious, and I'd much rather chat up my husband thank you all the same) so I retreated to the "waiting area" (a single squishy and exceedingly uncomfortable leather divan) .... And of course, she didn't cut it short enough at the back. Gah, as Bridget Jones would say. He has it layered all over, and very nice it looks too, being so thick and dark, but way too long at the back, collar-length already so it'll be over his collar and I'll be able to plait it in a week's time. Grrrr.

I then dragged Sam to Boots and bought a pair of professional hair-cutting scissors. Not necessarily for him, though I'm sure I could do a decent enough trim for heaven's sake, but for me; I really really need a haircut but, repeat after me, can't afford a good cut which is the only cut I'll have (I've tried out the "cheaper" end, thank you, no more apprentices messing with my hair ever again, and it's the kind of hair you have to try really really really hard to screw up, being wavy and while fine, there's masses of it, but ... ), so I'll trim the layers at front and side myself, and Sam can do the back. He looked rather horrified at the prospect but when I explained he didn't even have to cut in a straight line, he relaxed a bit.

NB:  I did cut a little off the front and sides a couple days later and it made a huge improvement; but certainly not worth going to the hairdresser and being charged thirty quid for.

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Tuesday had been "my" day for hair care and flair anyway; I'd finally coloured it. Or rather, Sam did. I spent about two hours in the Boots in town, looking at shades, and came away with Nicky Clarke's Hair Colourant ^tm in "Spice" which sounded - and looked - like my kind of colour. Such a pity they don't think to put important info such as " ... long hair - that is, shoulder length and longer - will require two packets of Nicky Clarke's Hair Colourant ^tm ... " on the outside of the box, rather than in tiny writing in the information booklet inside the box. Guess whose hair is shoulder blade length? Grrrrrrrr.

Anyway Sam did a great job, considering he's a hair colouring novice - no missed bits but I could have done with the two packets of the stuff to get a really good result. The colour is pretty much what it said on the bottle and shade chart - sort of a warm spicy red-brown, and I do like it but .. I did want a much brighter - not lighter - red brown shade so I guess I keep looking, or I may experiment with mixing two different shades together next time - or just see what happens when the correct amount of the stuff is used.

(Oh, when I asked the snooty hairdresser if she could suggest any other colourants or products I might use she sniffed, obviously mightily wee'd off with me that I'd had the temerity to colour my own hair (shock! horror!) and said she couldn't help me ... while there was a shelf full of products right next to me including colour shampoo. That I didn't buy. That I knew Jen had a bottle or two of. That I then borrowed. Hah!

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In other news; Sam has a horrible bout of tonsillitis - he finally went to the doctor yesterday and got the rest of the week off work and some antibiotics. I wouldn't be surprised if he'll need to take more days off, and probably another course of antibiotics, because he really is very sick poor baby, and the state of his throat, ew ew ew.

Most selfish of me I know but I'm hoping I don't get it: am repeating over and over "I will not get tonsillitis I will not get tonisilitis I will not get tonsillitis ... "

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