Lately when I looked in the mirror I didn't like what I saw.
I saw this haggard looking woman, with messy long hair.
I could of course have tried to get some rest. But who has the time?! So I decided to force the issue, and get myself a perm! After all, if your hair looks perky, your whole look perks up!
But as is often the case with a perm, it takes some time to settle. In other words: right now I'm sporting a big afro.
It's been two weeks, and I'd kind of forgotten all about it when my aunt came to visit. As I opened the door to let her in, I saw her eyes widen with a mixture of glee and alarm.
'What did you to do to your hair?' she asked me.
'Erm… I got myself a perm,' I said, and tried to smooth my afro down a bit.
'That must have cost you a fortune,' she said.
'No, I went to a cheap hairdresser.'
She nodded solemnly and said with pity in her voice: 'That's what I thought.'
I felt a bit unsettled after this conversation. But you couldn't tell by looking at me.
Because my hair looked as perky as ever.