Definately without a doubt it was a new image that was needed for my summer holiday. I was sick and tired of looking like the queen with the same hairstyle for as long as I could remember.
Well that was all about to change as I went on a rampage emptying every shop shelf of every glossy magazine that I could find. That evening all engagements were cancelled with Coroanation St, Emmerdale and Eastenders. Sacrifices had to made as I was on a mission to find the new me.
Settled down for the evening with every brochure and mag at my side, flicking through every page not leaving one unturned. Surely there had to be a style in one of them that was going to help me in my quest in finding the new image that I so badly craved.
A couple of hours of browsing had elapsed, and low and behold jumping out at me as plain as day, was the most wanting to die for hairstyle you ever did see. This was it without a doubt. The style that I knew was going to give me a new lease of life.
After a visit to the shops, armed with hair colouring lotions conditioners scissors etc. I raced up the stairs to the bathroom missing every other step, I was so excited, Why would I not be excited? tomorrow I was to be a different person. No animosty spared between the old image in the mirror as I said my goodbyes
Smelling like a peroxide skunk I carried on following the instructions on the box. No matter how sweet scented that sachet of conditioner was it was not powerful enough to rid the odour that lingered all around. It