Why is it that so many people I know in Italy have bad experiences at the hairdressers? I thought I'd had my fair share of disasters. I have asked for a small trim and watched 8cm of hair fall to the floor. I've frantically tried to stop a scissor happy girl from hacking away while chatting to someone else and have had a hairdresser take offence when I tried to explain what I wanted because he was the 'artist' and didn't need to be told what to do.
But last October I decided to risk getting some highlights put in and they came out beautifully. I was very impressed. I asked them to keep a record of the colours they had used for future reference. "Don't worry, I won't forget!" She said waving me away.
So why is it that today I came out of there with red go-faster stripes zooming down my head? Not strawberry blond. Not honey. Red. With those horrid purple undertones.
And thats not all. While I was having my hair washed one of the assistants walked past and dropped a bottle of dark red nail varnish on the floor...and it smashed...and splashed...all over my 2 week old jeans.
So I had to take my jeans off so they could attempt to clean them, which meant spending over an hour in my green polka dot knickers and grey socks, trying to keep a small towel wrapped around me with my stubbly neglected winter legs on display to everyone.
The bill has been put on hold. Tomorrow I will take my jeans to them so they can send them to the cleaners. I got given a freebie Tigi beachtowel...
It doesn't change the fact that I don't want red stripes in my hair or on my jeans.