Hair story

So about seven months into my stay the hair started getting into a bit of a fit.  My choppy haircut styled expertly in a Vasant Vihar hair salon was growing out. Which meant straggly ends. And choppy lengths. And me getting scissor happy whenever it suited me. Topping it off, the radiator heat was making it dry like a horsewhip. As they say, drastic times call for drastic action so asked around for local recommendation for a decent hair salon. Found out I could afford only a junior stylist, a young girl called Becky. But needs must so poured out my hair history. Have fine flat hair with a huge natural parting in the middle with an overactive sebum production. Also don’t know how/don’t use any hair styling products. Skill with the hair dryer is limited to random blow drying. Owe just one hair brush. Also want something which adds a bit of volume to the mop. Plus I wasn't sure what her level of expertise was. She listened to me very patiently and told me stories about what cuts she had done on previous clients and that “I was in good hands”. Slowly and surely I fell under her spell and post the shampoo session we were having a fine girly time. From Miley Cyrus’s new buzz cut to One Direction, we had covered it all. Of course during the whole time I couldn't see what was being done to my hair. And thank god for that. Because what had sounded like a slightly short backed textured cut with side bangs had translated into...wait for it…a bob. On my moon shaped face. Two weeks before an official ball with dancing. For which I had bought a new dress and matching heels. Oh the joys of living abroad.