As Free As My Hair

I got a haircut a couple of days ago. It was literally the best hair-cutting session I've ever had! My stylist listened (and I mean *really* listened) to what I wanted and managed to achieve it. She was friendly and we were chatting very comfortably during the whole thing, no awkward and uncomfortable moments (which used to be a staple for me when having my hair cut). And this was the very first time when I instantly thought "wow, I love my new hair!". In the past the best reaction would be something closer to "it doesn't look too bad... maybe I'll get used to it in a few days... I guess". But this was perfect from the get go. And it has made me oh so happy... Ecstatic even!

Haircuts: Serious business.

But who was this amazing person who managed all this?

It was my cousin. (code name: Zigu-chan)

Yeah, so it's obvious now why the whole thing was so cool and not uncomfortable. But the actual haircut is another thing. I mean, my cousin is not a stylist/hairdresser/barber/whatever and she still managed to achieve what pretty much no other person who ever laid their hands on my hair had. IT'S A MIRACLE, I TELL YOU!!

Ξαδέρφη, πραγματικά "θεά το μαλλί"!



So this is to thank her, not only for the haircut, but also for everything she's ever done for me, for simply being there for me for all these years, and for being the best friend I could ever have. Thank you Zigu-chan. :)