Whenever it’s time to cut my hair, I will be standing at the crossroad. For me, it has always been a dilemma to find the perfect saloon. I ended up saloon-hopping.
A hairstylist that reads our minds because I’m sick of explaining. A hairstylist that understands what suits us. And perhaps, someone who makes small talk with us. That’s what I’m looking for. Pretty demanding, isn’t it?
But, I think I’ve found mine.
I’ve realised that it do takes time to see the good within something or someone. We just have to wait for the flower to bloom and we shall keep coming back for more.
A small talk does make me happy, bL!nk$t@R.