Oh my, how could I forget...
Yesterday I conquered my fear and did it... I went to the hairdresser. My once beautiful Basque haircut had resulted in a chaos of inequality, meaning my hair went where it wanted, so I thought it was time to be able to have my hair down again hence my haircut.
I came in asked the price ( check if I had enough money on me) and had to wait a bit. Finally a girl comes and takes me to wash my hair. A short conversation.
what do you want?
A haircut
short style?
Ok but I need to be able to have a pony tail...
OK.
And that was that... 20 minutes later I had what in Dutch is known as a 'Carreken' ( in English a page boy) the same hairdo I had when I was 6... Eventhough it's quite innocent I do think it looks pretty ok.