Image: Ever told your stylist, “Thanks, I love it!” before crying all the way home? So have we (Thinkstock)
There are a barrage of emotions you experience immediately before a hairdresser appointment.
Excitement about what possibilities lie ahead in a world of no split ends and perfectly rounded GHD curls. Barack Obama-like hope that your limp strands will finally be transformed into Pantene-commercial worthy shiny locks with trampoline bounce. Nervous day-dreaming about the perfect life you’ll live once those greys are covered or that cheap Bratz Doll-esque balayage repaired.
And fear, also fear.
Fear that you will be found out. Fear that your performance will not be as convincing as it needs to be. Fear that your hairdresser with see through the shameless, never ending stream of bald-faced lies that you will tell during your appointment.
Out comes the hair tie, off comes your coat. “Have a seat, mind the velcro on the gown. Glass of water, cup of tea?” “Yes, please.”
Then, all of a sudden, the niceties are over and your hairdresser is judgementally rubbing the dry, sun-bleached splintered ends of your hair between her thumb and forefinger. “Goodness… how long has it been since I last saw you?” she asks.
And with that? The lies begin...
1. "Oh it's just that, I've just been travelling in Bangladesh, no, India; backpacking actually. I had a real spiritual awakening and you see, I just didn't have time to have my hair done with all the meditation going on...."
Or, if your hairdresser follows you on Instagram and you haven't had time to prepare some fake Photoshopped images of you with elephants or making peace signs in front of the Taj Mahal while wearing harem pants, you can try...