Felt like cheating..

This morning it really felt like I was cheating. Not on my significant other and not on a test. No this morning it felt like I was cheating on my.. hairdresser!

Honestly I did not cut my hair for almost a year. One move across the country and many months later I had no choice but to cave in and make an appointment.

The original plan always was to travel to the old one back in the Big City.

But then again one need to take the time to actually travel across the country to get there. Plus one also need to spend some time in the very same big city.

Who has the time for that? And why should one do that after moving to one of the most quiet places in the country?

Sleepy ville vs. the Big City 1-0!

So I made an appointment. Based on my findings walking through the village in the dark one late afternoon. While carefully spying into the shop windows of the local hair salons and stylists.

This little adventure made me come to the conclusion the closest salon also seemed to be the most professional one. Something which was also confirmed scouting through the Google review sections.

Let's just say that for the salon in the far end of the other side of the village there probably is no future if people do just that. Read the reviews. Holy smoke! 🙈

And today was finally the big day and I am so happy with their work.

So even though it felt like I was cheating on my hairdresser of ten years back in the big city. I couldn't be more happier with my new haircut.