Hair
I had a haircut today or I should say, I had a drastic hair make over today. I’m now sporting a layered shag that just falls below my chin and man, I feel gorgeous! I’ve been getting compliments since I came back from the salon and the ladies at work stop by my cube to take a good look at this “miracle”. So I twir l around for them, making funny faces as I go. One co-worker even claimed she was going to have a haircut just like mine but now she can’t because I might think she copied. Hmmm, whatever!
I’ve shelled out a whopping $45 for this new look. That’s about P2,250. Too much to pay considering you can get a perfectly good haircut in Pinas at Reyes Hairdressers for only P50 (well, that was the going rate when I left the country). I’m still trying to come up with a good excuse to explain this to my husband.
Men just don’t realize how much of a boost to the self-esteem a good haircut makes. For the first year and half since I got here, I only went to salons that charge $15.00. And it was a pain to give a tip seeing how awful my hair looked! I even cut my hair myself once, knowing it would look just as bad so why pay, right? I told myself I’d just grow it really long so I can braid it and won’t have to bother with it. But my hair is just a nightmare! Instead of growing long, it poofs! And everyday is a bad hair day. How miserable is that?
So for 3x the price, I actually feel good about how my hair looked and how it’s positively affected my disposition. I noticed that I have a bounce in my steps and I face people with a confidence that I havent felt in a long time. I’ll just have to scrimp on other stuff to pay for this splurge. Now if only I could style this the way my hairdresser did it, my bubble could actually last til the end of the week. Oh well, might as well enjoy it while it lasts.
