I hate getting my fringe trimmed. When you’re at the hairdressers sitting comfortably (or as comfortable as you can be - see hairdressing post) the stylist chats away about popping in for a free fringe trim whenever you like. But in reality whenever you do ‘pop in’ the stylists are always fully booked and don’t have time to squeeze you in. I suppose the fact that it is free suggests you can afford some degree of patience, and I would be if the whole process didn’t look so easy and take such little time (I don’t even take my coat off).
Once I decide my fringe needs the ‘trim’ I become fixated upon it, glaring through what I can see, as it covers my eyes. One time I even rushed out of work in order to get it done, only to find they were closing up and I had to swing nonchalantly past as if I wasn’t that fussed anyway. I know a lot of people that trim their own fringe and I would love to become part of that blessed group. However memories of Barbie’s ‘funky’ haircuts come flooding back and I just can’t bring myself to do it. Ah, the freedom it must provide to be able to trim a little whenever you like, know exactly how much you want to take off etc. Perhaps I should just bite the bullet and snip away.
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