You get up in the morning and give your long, flowing mane some careful grooming. You flick it over your shoulder, so soft, so silky, you just know that everyone in the neighbourhood eyes it with envy.
We've all been there, staggering in a daze of disbelief back to the car after half a day spent in the hairdressers, wondering why oh why we said "Hey yeah, I trust you, I'll leave it entirely in your hands,"
Poor Cat, has it been twelve months already? Darn those annual hair cuts come around quickly.
Really, she's ecstatically happy with the results, would I lie to you ?
