I have a fringe, had one for ages, I call her Percy. A blunt thick fringe cut somewhere between halfway up my forehead (very school girl) and long past my eyebrows (hipster but rather challenging to see out from under). One of my favourite Friday evening activities is going to get Percy trimmed. My hair grows really fast so she gets scraggly pretty quickly. It can be a fantastic way to start the weekend – you get a little bit of pampering and spruce up your look before heading out - or home to the cat.
Image courtesy of Oscar Oscar Facebook profile
The other great thing about fringe trims is trying out new hairdressers – it's like taking a romantic interest for a drink rather than dinner, if you don't click it's over quickly but if you do you can always segue into the full meal.
This Friday I took myself off to Oscar Oscar in the city. They managed to squeeze me in for a last minute appointment and a young Demi Moore look alike showed me to the rear of the salon. It's a trendy mirrors and glass kind of place where you can sneak looks at the young and beautiful and dream of the day when you too will have perfectly orchestrated outfits for a trip to the stylist.
Soon some kind of fancy tea involving fennel along with a glass of filtered water arrived and a Brooke Shields look alike (minus the eyebrows) came to discuss the future of Percy. After some deliberation and the application of a variety of tasty smelling lotions and sprays the scissors came out and the snipping began.
It was swift and rhythmic and mesmerising – and with a final flourish Percy was reborn – neat and cute and ready for Friday night. All in all, it was a very enjoyable start to the weekend. I might even take Oscar for a meal next time.
