So you all know what a tragic hair disaster I had on Saturday. Poodle head, in short. Sadly no photographic evidence exists as it was strictly prohibited, but there are about three people in the world who saw it. The best they could muster was, "it's not that bad."
Today I could no more. I took the bull by the horns so to speak, and went to a new hairdresser, begging, "please do some magic and make this right." And so she did. And here is the new short haired Style Guide. You don't have to like it, but I do. And that, my friends, is the way I roll. As my wee orange style fairy said, "everyone needs a bit of Anna Wintour in them".