My hair is getting like this again. A little too long to be short, a little too short to be long. The wavy / curly shape makes the hair gather around my neck like a scarf. I really hate it. If I want to wear a scarf, I'll put one on, I don't want to live in it. So I must go to Berlin.See? This was me after arriving in Berlin in May. I look a bit flustered. And I've got a hairscarf.
Sister did not listen to my complaining about the hairscarf for long, but pushed me into the nearest hairdresser's.
A blessing, as it turned out. I can't remember this hairdresser's name, but she was wonderful, everyone was really pleasant, my sister got coffee while waiting and we were all happy.
Just look how happy I am without the hairscarf!
And see who I landed with this new hairdo... (Yes, he'll go for anything with a pulse, and yes, of course that's the real Robbie we bumped into in the airport in Berlin...)