It's the new improved version!

My hair has been a bone of contention lately. I wanted it cut off short, my wife wanted it styled properly. So we came to a compromise.

I would go to a hairdresser that she nominated and get it styled properly and she would stop giving me grief about my hair. (that's how compromises work ;-) )

So after work today I went into town to the nominated hairdresser - Vivo on Tory Street. I went in and told them why I was here. The guy behind the counter gave me a sympathetic look and told me to sit down and wait.

So I did.

Whilst waiting, I replied to @mindhunter who also had a haircut today and is looking spiffing.

I was offered a cup of tea, which was marvellous, and then my stylist called me out the back to where all the magic happens.

She asked me what I wanted done, and I explained that I was not in charge of this process, and that I had to wait for my wife to tell me what I wanted done. She seemed to understand.

So we waited.

A short time (about half a cup of tea) later my wife was there asking all sorts of questions and making the big decisions. I sat there quietly and had my tea and tiny cookie.

Then it was off to the other chair in the washing and dying section, where I sat back to have my hair dyed - grey (because there is not enough grey in it already). I was lathered up with whatever they use in this process (it’s all quite arcane and mysterious) and sat there for a while.

While I was sitting there – stewing, I think is the technical term, another of the attendants walked past and asked if I’d like my feet up. She hit a button and up came a footstool. She then turned on the massage function. So I sat there stewing with my feet up, not so bad, and my back being pummelled by little hammers – kinda weird.

Now that I was a bit more grey, it was time to get stuck in with the scissors. So I transferred back to the shearing area and sat down. My wife and the hairdresser (in her lovely Belfast accent) talked about how much better my hair looked now that it was grey, as opposed to before when it was….. grey.

They chatted while the hairdresser cut little bits off the end of my hair, which apparently makes it shorter and generally styled it. That seemed to involve a lot of looking at my hair and combing it a bit, and looking a bit uncertain.

She then got stuck in with the hairdryer and ‘fluffed’ up what little hair I have left to make it look like the bald spot isn’t really there (good job!).

And then we were done. I didn’t get a lollypop or anything, which I was a bit miffed about. But my wife now likes my hair and even took me out for dinner to celebrate it.

So here I am rocking my new look (which is soooo different from the old look). What do you think?

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