Definately without a doubt it was a new image that was needed for my
summer holiday. I was sick and tired of looking like the queen with the
same hairstyle for as long as I could remember.
Well that was all about to change as I went on a rampage emptying every
shop shelf of every glossy magazine that I could find. That evening all
engagements were cancelled with Coroanation St, Emmerdale and
Eastenders. Sacrafices had to made as I was on a mission to find the
new me.
Settled down for the evening with every brochure and mag at my side,
flicking through every page not leaving one unturned. Surely there had
to be a style in one of them that was going to help me in my quest in
finding the new image that I so badly craved.
A couple of hours of browsing had elapsed, and low and behold jumping
out at me as plain as day, was the most wanting to die for hairstyle
you ever did see. This was it with out a doubt. The style that I knew
was going to give me a new lease of life.
After a visit to the shops, armed with hair colouring lotions
conditioners scissors etc. I raced up the stairs to the bathroom
missing every other step, I was so excited, Why would I not be excited?
tomorrow I was to be a different person. No animosty spared between the
old image in the mirror as I said my goodbyes
Smelling like a peroxide skunk I carried on following the instructions
on the box. No matter how sweet scented that sachet of conditioner was
it was not powerful enough to rid the odour that lingered all around.
It was all going to be worthwhile I said to myself glancing down for
about the hundredth time at the picture in the mag.
Forty minutes was up and it was now time to rinse dry and style.
(Enter the blonde bombshell)
Staring down at the photo in the magazine and back to my reflection in the mirror, something was wrong.
Two styles couldnt be any more different.
I followed the instructions as prompted, where have I gone wrong I yelled out loud.
I will tell you came a voice from the other side of the bathroom door.
It was my husband who on hearing all the fuss decided to check out what
was going on. Let me tell you what is going on I screamed back at him.
Explaining about how I felt about myself I handed him the magazine with
the picture of this fabulous hairstyle on this beautiful model. He
looked for a long while at the photo and then back at me, repeating
this motion many times.
Darling I do not want to upset you he replied, but the reason that you
will never have that look is because you do not have that face.
So why not make do with what God gave you. I have made do with what god gave you for 34 years and I still like what I see.
