Second parts were never good (a.k.a catastrofa!!)

So two weeks of holidays around eastern Europe and I'm back! back for good actually, cause I don't think I'll go anywhere in the near future, even if my sister is going to spend three long months in Miami... :'(

They say second parts are never good, or at least better than the first part (The Empire Strikes Back is one of the very few exceptions). Well, just as with movies, second parts of hair cuts (or should I call them recuts) are never good. Two months ago I decided to cut my hair really short, and yesterday, as I set foot in Madrid again I decided to go to the hairdresser to re-cut it cause it had started to grow really wild. Huge mistake.

I always go to the same hairdresser, a girl with long dark hair and a blond fringe, and she has always done a great job with my hair, till today. I let her do, cause I trust her, but she began to cut and cut and cut and by the time she stopped I looked like... David Bowie.

Sad enough, all I could think when I saw my hair in the mirror was... Oh God, I really have to post about this catastrophe, or as the Slovenians say Catastrofa!! Cause that's what this is...

CATASTROFA!

I hope that by the time I start working my hair will look nice and normal again otherwise I may wear a hat forever. I don't think I'll let anyone see me in at least a week, so don't even bother to call.

Such is Life.