In my attempt to be less of a control freak, I did something radical that kind of backfired: I signed up as a hair model at HOB London Academy. In exchange for a free haircut, a model’s supposed to let the students do what they need to with her hair.
My inner freak went into panic mode. “What will they do to my hair?!,” she worried. She calmed down only when she learned I was taking part in the Classic Cutting course. So, there’d be a change, but not a drastic one, right? Well, not quite.
There was no change at all. Yes, I did get my hair cut. In a classic bob. The haircut I always ask for at the hairdresser’s. So, the one time I decide to give someone else control over my hair, I get what I always do! Typical, isn’t it?
My attempt to loosen up a bit may have backfired, but it was still a morning well spent. I got a great haircut for free (Jaime, the guy who did my hair, was quite experienced already, and very talented), and I tried my head (that’s a bad pun, not a typo, btw) at hair modelling.
You do need so much patience for it, though, and I’ve never had much! I spent four hours there, most of which just sitting down in silence. Jaime didn’t know much English, so we only exchanged a few pleasantries.
As much as I enjoyed the experience, by the end I was starved, bored stiff, and glad it was over! Next time, I’m so bringing a good book with me!
What about you? Have you ever been a hair model? Would you like to become one?
As much as I love Victoria Park, it’s not my favourite park in London. That place belongs to St James’ Park. With its lush vegetation, a semi-hidden pond that attracts wild animals, and romantic views, it is a little corner of heaven on earth. I go there every chance I get. It’s the perfect place to relax in this huge, crazy, hectic city.
This pair of cameo earrings. So exquisitely opulent!
The Sex Myth by Rachel Hill
We’re told we live in a time of unprecedented sexual freedom, but that’s not really true, is it? For every taboo we’ve smashed, another one has sprung up.
The pressure to remain a virgin until marriage has been replaced by the pressure to have as much sex as possible, with as many people as possible. Being seen as “vanilla” or not that interested in sex is bad for your reputation, but so is engaging in sexual practices that aren’t considered acceptable.
We’ve changed the rules, but we’re still slaves to social conventions. We’re still trying to conform to what society expects from us, and feeling bad when we fall short. It’s time we challenge the new norms, redefine what “normal” sex is, and take back our own sexuality.
Books ain’t your thing? Read blogs instead!
How I learned to love my pale skin (one of the most honest, raw posts I’ve ever written)