I have this terrible habit of forgetting when to have a haircut.
I leave it for months, and slowly end up looking more and more like somone on a “Wanted” photo.
I’d had enough today and decided to get it cleaned up, so I went down to “Just Cuts” at Strathpine and let Vikki have her way with my hair.
Going to the hairdresser is more than just getting a haircut. It’s more like going to a see a shrink, with a bit of grooming thrown in – especially if you get someone good to cut your hair.
The person who cut my hair was from Macedonia and very interested in History. So I received a fantastic lesson on the history of the Macedonian people with some interesting facts about Alexander the Great, and the differences between our independent Aussie culture, and the family-centric Macedonian culture where family and neighbors often walk into your house to say hello, usually without invitation.
What an amazingly diverse and interesting world. So much to see and hear. So little time.
Meanwhile, I feel much better prepared to see more of the world, now that I don’t look so scruffy!