Somebody on Skype told me that my hair looks like autumn. In other words orangy and my husband was nodding behind me during the conversation. Well, sooner or later this will bite Sam in the ass but in the meantime I decided to go to the hairdresser in Chiang Mai.
There was no expectation from my side to have a proper conversation of how I want my hair to be done and it based on 3 questions.
Cut or trim? Centimetres? Colour?
I saw a big question mark in her face when I started explaining what I want and we ended having a silent conversation. She showed me what she would do next and I nodded or did shake my head. Yes, I was scared about the outcome and therefore decided against a new colour and let the autumn one grow on me.
Oh, please remind me not to pack any white clothes for traveling. After the Thai washing it all ended in a rose tone.
You can say on top I look orangy and my clothes are rose. How delightful.