Have you ever heard of a “Can I speak to the manager?” haircut?
Nah, me neither. But apparently I now have one according to my teenage son. I googled it and it’s an actual thing. Not a particulary GOOD thing to have mind you…
Last week in a brain-freeze moment (NOT a mid-life crisis as son calls it) I got my hairdresser to chop all my hair off. Now in today’s world that’s a pretty shallow thing to blog about. But then again I haven’t been this short since I used to get mistaken for a boy all the time!
Anyway now with my ‘Speak-to-the-manager’ haircut and ‘resting-bitch-face’ (yep, daughter added that one in the mix too) I think I might as well go order my cardigan and knitting patterns.