Thanks for stopping by for a bit of light reading. I’m just narrating my story about my life in Toulouse, the ups and downs, and how I got round them.
I can laugh about it today, but back then I thought that I was well within my rights! The thing is, I tend to have the same hairdresser, whom I fully trust to work the magic on my hair. So I don’t change hairdressers every often. Unfortunately, with my limited French and lack of local knowledge, it was not that easy for me to find a trusted hairdresser. In addition, I have particular needs, my hair is Afro and therefore extremely curly and unmanageable without straightening. I did the leg walk and internet search but in the end, I was just left unconvinced.
So I came up with a solution, hurray! I had to fly back to UK, immediately! ‘Why not?’ I shouted at my husband when he questioned my reasoning. After I’d calmed down, I just couldn’t believe what came over me. The moving pressures, the stress from adjusting to the new life, etc etc. It all took a toll on me.
Thanks to Kate, another foreigner who walked the same path as me, I’m glad to say that I’m in very good hands whenever I visit Michaela at one of these chains of professional salons in France. Give it a go.
Some ladies might understand my outrage. It happens to the best of us.
So, happy relocation, gets better and better.
*Post from my discontinued site marielivelovelaughforever.blogspot.fr 03/05/2015