Next time I’ll be careful not to offer my help to a stranger with fancy hair.
This feels a bit like me (with the hair) at Cath’s wedding. I was in the communal loos removing all the hair clips that were holding my hair in place when the minister came to chat to me. It’s rather strange being complimented about your dress by a man of the cloth while you’re doing your hair.
Well at least you were fixing your hair, and not your bra, or something. Although he would have happily taken that into his stride as well!
I had 1800 clips in my hair for my wedding!
Yoh! I think that’s what puts me off up styles.
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