Goodbye Good Hair Days

#145: Hairy Worries

All glammed up with nowhere to go. I'm loving my wispy, wavy new cut but at the same time feeling sad that my hairstylist said it out loud, "I won't see you anymore so this is what I'll do to your hair." I wanted her to take it back. I will see you again.

Sometimes, I wake up in the middle of the night, see all the crap I will leave behind and I can't slide back to restful sleep anymore. It forces me to spend a great deal of time thinking about how poor I'll be when I get to Sydney. After 6 years of having income I can blow on the most useless of things like a furry princess crown, I will go back to living on allowance and wondering when I'll be able to buy my next pair of shoes. Or when I'll have my next visit to the spa or the salon.

I need to get a job when I get there. I'll be a shampoo girl. Then I'll live on tips and convince the stlylist to give me a free cut every now and then. Great plan. Now all I have to worry about are spa visits and princess crowns.