Scalper

So I'm going to cut all my hair off. These luscious locks, my pride and upmost joy. I'm going to hack them all off in the name of cheek bones.

Good call?

Currently, I posses long, fairly like waves in candy floss tangerine tones, floating around my jaw line, hanging cheekily past my nipples and possessing that gorgeous golden white quality about the roots that so many Hollywood sellouts yearn for.

However, I've decided to opt for a catastrophic change. Actual life changing aesthetic moves. The snippers are out, though I think it's time to hunt out Big Apple of Brum instead as this ain't no job for some scrawny pimpled and trembling amateur. This is the work for an esteemed, confident and artful professional.

It's going to be short, blunt cut, angular and sharp around my jawline. Thick and feisty, a bedhead rumpled mess skimming my temple. Then it's going to be overcast with a golden greying whitened peroxide, the hair of an angel if ever you saw it, with the subtle candycoloured tint of minty green, subtley radiating from my skull.

Approve?
- Again,answersonthebackofapostcardplease.

Waaaah

The (not-so) Loyal Minder is missing her dearly beloved Old Maid.
The Loyal Minder wishes that her one and only would come to Birmingham to light up her life and reek havoc about Digbeth and Snobs with her. It'd be a hilarious travesty, once again.


Big love.