I decided to use this french term as it's really the best way to describe my day at the Salon. My first experience with a pair of scissors on my head and an electric shaver that buzzed against my ears.
Sat on a horse like one of those on a carousel near the Tour Effiel, I was being styled by a top stylist for children.
The shop is called Magic Mirrors, i suppose the meaning behind the name is that, one look in the mirror and you'll be transformed.
So gone is my "80's" style and in with the "new kid on the block"!
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| Before |
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| Worst nightmare |
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| In the Process |
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