The 11th Commandment

’Cheat, but don’t get caught!’, also known as the 11^th commandment got me into somewhat of a moral quandary this week.

So, I do cheat...on my hairdresser...why, because she isn’t always around when I desperately need her, and desperate circumstances call for desperate measures.

But to put things into perspective for you, my 2 hairdressers are fully aware of my relationship with each other as they are both mature and understand that I have needs and accept that they are both not capable of satisfying my needs at my every whim.

My hair has its own personality, infact it has a few, and so often I find that it needs to be soothed and  mollycoddled, sometimes  all day every day, what can I say, thanks to all my multicultural ancestors... it was just designed that way!

I returned from some travel and was confronted by a very moody head of hair in the morning. So, I call up my HD, and to my horror, she was ‘day off’. Completely in a fix, I dial up my stand-in, who also was day-off..., a conspiracy!

And then I do the unthinkable, I make a booking with someone else; remember that whole desperate thing...

I arrive at the scene of the crime, quickly whisked off to the wash basin where I’m greeted by a strange woman with a strange accent. I do not know about you, but I see having my hair done or spa treatment as my down time, so DONT TALK TO ME please...unless, I talk to you...I’m sorry, I just find that making mindless drivel chit-chat sooo exhausting...

I keep playing this scene over and over in my mind: I’m laying back, head in the wash basin, strange woman with strange accent chattering away, violently scrubbing my head when, Whoosh, Splash, Gasp...she washes my meticulous (years of training to apply loads of make to give me the ‘natural’ look) make-up off my face!! Was this my punishment? Was this my karma?

After been curtly apologised to, I’m then take to the Torture Chair, where my hair was burnt, scalp scolded by someone who could not have been bothered with my hair’s sensitive soul. And then the cherry on top of this disastrous cake-my bill was almost double to what I normally pay!

This was a moment I would never forget-throbbing head, dishevelled hair (think that was look that stylist was going for), mascara running down my face- I made a vow, I would never, never cheat on my hairstylist(s) EVER.

Now while I did not technically break the 11^th Commandment i.e. I did not get caught by my 2 HairStylists, I do feel that I got ‘caught’ by getting ripped off and having a horrible morning!

Here’s to our HairStylists, may we live happily good hair-days  ever after!

Lady D

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