I’m sat down literally at the hair dressers sipping my Earl Grey in anxious anticipation. I’m a guinea pig or a model depending on how you want to look at it. My hair-dresser trainee is an Indian male who informed me during my American-style grilling regarding his interest in the business, that he comes from a line of barbers! He’s Sikh. How’s that for irony? (Sikh’s are the one’s who don’t cut their hair). This strange information made me a tad bit reluctant to put my hair in the hands of this young gentleman. But I’m trying to be fair and anyway, I’m a firm believer that you can’t excel at an art without people giving you the liberty to be creative so I bit my tongue and let him continue. Just think if someone dared the nerve of altering one of my children’s clothing creations! Anyhow I’m in England, so a new hairstyle will be a dandy souvenir. So we’ll see in twenty minutes time. I’m either a guinea pig or a model.

I had no idea what to write about until I asked “Dev” where the “loo” was. Of course I thought I was being classy British about it as they don’t say bathroom or restroom in this country. In reply he told me that the “toilet” is around the corner. I can’t stand referring to the restroom as the toilet. It seems so base and vulgar. Is it me? I know it IS a toilet and I’m not going to powder my nose in there, that’s for sure, but still it seems such a crude way to refer to the restroom. Of course in French it’s okay “Ou est la toilette?” sits perfectly fine with me. It’s just this “Where’s the toilet?” business that doesn’t sit with me. It’s just one of those odd things that I find quite repulsive in the land of politeness. Anyone with me?

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And now it’s been 20 minutes, I’ve had my two cups of tea, and my little complimentary petite cakes to go with it. Drum roll please. Am I a guinea pig or model?? Well I think it looks pretty cool—-He’s done an assymetrical cut, really dark color, almost black with a tint of deep blue. It doesn’t simulate a turban in the least bit! However I’m sure the in-laws will think I’ve been a foolish guinea pig and the punk rock comments will start flying. Not to my face of course, they’re too polite for that! Ha ha—Gina’s gone wild just in time for the 70th birthday party with all of the conservative friends. GRRrrrrrrrr. At least they’ll have something to gripe about besides the weather!

Cheers & Ciao for now,

Gina