Hairdressers do NOT listen!

To the salon my disaster of what I call hair and I went. I would love to say this was a pleasant experience, but from the word go it had been a bit chaotic (no surprise there then). I walked into the salon and was greeted with a sea of hellos. I then went and sat down in a chair and got ready for someone to come and attend my hair (so far so good eh?). 

A male hairdresser suddenly came along and told me that the original plan to dye and highlight my hair would never work, and could potentially turn it orange (serious panic time). He suggested I go a shade darker than what I wanted and for me to have a think and come back another day, and also informed me that it would cost a lot more (is this guy flipping kidding!). I sat there panicking as I needed my hair done TODAY and needed it not to be orange (Not too much to ask for I thought). Well I can tell you, I ignored the advice and stood my ground! 

I was offered all kinds of drinks and snacks, not wanting to make a fuss I said no (even though the lattes with biscuits on the side looked so darn good). Highlighted and dyed my hair was and to the sink my hair was directed (Now for the relaxing bit). 

So I lead my head back into the sink and was hit by a burning sensation on my head. The lady asked if the temperature of the water was okay, not wanting to make a fuss (though glistening eyes) I said it was absolutely fine. My head was literally on fire (ironic). Could it get any worse? YES. The sink had all of a sudden become strangely uncomfortable and my neck was killing me. I was lead there getting what was meant to be a nice head massage, but instead I had a torture device drilling into the back of my neck (If they ever wanted to extract information from someone, screw the pulling out of teeth, let them lye their head back in this dam sink). After an excruciating 30 minutes (of course I didn't say anything as I didn't want to make a fuss), I was allowed to raise me head (was my neck broken? Did I need a neck brace? I am literally not exaggerating; it felt as if someone had taken a sledge hammer to my neck). So I will admit the colour wasn't half bad, I was looking for a bit lighter, but I did actually like it (kind of impossible not to like it, with how bad it looked before). 

 It was now time for the important bit (cutting my hair). The hairdresser asked how much I wanted off the ends; I of course said less than half an inch. The hairdresser takes this with a pinch of salt (I may as well have been speaking Chinese)! So she began to cut, and I was pleased (very pleased). Then she carried on, and I became less and less pleased. Of course I didn't say anything as I didn't want to make a fuss, instead telepathically trying to tell this woman to stop. A good 10 minutes later, I had given up on the idea that she could read my mind and accepted my hair was ruined. 

So cliff notes, I left the salon with a colour I didn't ask for, with the length that was way too short and a maxed out credit card (of course I had to give here a tip as well, what would they have thought if I hadn't tipped). Here is a tip for you ladies that doesn't cost a thing, make a bloody fuss when it comes to your hair! Or you will end up coming out of the salon wanting to cry and walking into a hair shop looking for a decent wig.   


Chatty Yaz (Women's Worries)

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Let Rihanna Keep Her Red!

So my day begins at the early rise of 6.50AM. I get dressed, brush my teeth & hair (obviously not with the same brush) and then attempt doing my makeup. I say attempt as makeup, early mornings and I just don’t usually mix (seriously it’s a disaster waiting to happen). To my surprise it turns out pretty good (which is a miracle in my eyes). But I make the stupid mistake of putting on bright red lipstick (because it matches my top), and immediately regret it, as I really want to eat that yummy chocolate brioche in my bag. So the challenge for today was to eat my brioche and not screw up my lipstick. Piece of cake, or so I thought! So I walk down the street breaking off pieces of chocolaty bread, while chewing on it like a goat (attractive). I really should just accept red lipstick is for films and celebrities, because in the space of an hour I’d managed to make myself a paranoid wreck, checking every mirror in a 10ft radius every second to make sure my lipstick hadn't smudged. By the time I had made it to work my lipstick looked more like a dodgy pink, there was chocolate stuck in my teeth and crumbs all down my top. Ladies please just save yourselves the drama and go for a pale pink instead, oh and while you are at it don't eat when walking to work either (Messy)! Actually just stay away from bread all together!!

Chatty Yaz (Real Talk)

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Kylie Minogue Would be Ashamed!

So my sister invited me to a Butlins Adult Weekend! She told me they were wild, fun and that we just had to go. But of course being a woman my first thoughts were ‘OMG, what am I going to wear!?’ Discussing this with my sister, she told me she was going as a Baywatch babe (Brave). So my competitive alter ego just had to go that one step further! Yes I scoured the internet for some Kylie Minogue gold hot pants! Yes I am a size 14 and no one above a size 10 should be seen dead in a pair of cheeky peaks, yet I was an optimist! To my calculations I figured that in three weeks I could easily drop two dress sizes (even though I found it hard to drop one dress size in a year!). Just thought I would also let you know, I have half a week left and I've gained 3 pounds.The funny thing was, that wasn't the worse of it! The gold hot pants came today in the post, and resemble shorts that could only be described as a paper thin metallic polishing cloth (yes they were tiny and literally made of paper!). I took one look and laughed, as did the rest of my work colleagues. Somehow I don’t think I will be wearing them! Kylie would be ashamed.

Chatty Yaz (Real Talk)

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I Guess One Binge Won't Hurt...

So it’s now day two of my healthy eating. With dedication running through my veins, I strutted to work. I loaded energising music in my ears and downed my dodgy green diet shake in one. I felt as if I could conquer the world...until lunchtime came. So I looked at my lunch fund (Damn only £10 left to last me a week) and I began mulling it over in my mind (should I spend £2 a day or spend it all now on one big lunch?). 

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I walked out of Burger King with 4 Whopper burgers in my takeaway bag worth exactly £10 ((Bargain!)For those who don't know, The Whopper is the King of the Day on Wednesdays). So I sat at my desk and stuffed my way through mayo, gherkin and beefy goodness. I couldn't have possible been happier, until I finished. I looked at mountain of Burger King wrappers, and instead of feeling guilty and shit, pride welled up inside. To be honest it was hard not to be impressed (Come on, 4 Whoppers!). Only problem was my stomach had bloated to the size of a football and it had become hard to conceal (damn that greasy food to hell). I've never in my life wanted people to assume I was eating for two, but as I walked home I cradled my tummy like an expecting mother, in shear hope that people would think I was pregnant! I kid you not it honestly looked as if I was carrying twins. Tomorrow surely must be better for my diet...Let's hope!

Chatty Yaz (Women's Worries)

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My Gym Disaster!

So it was my first day at the gym, and I didn't manage to go through with it. Yes I paid a lot of money to join, yes I had a 30 min induction with a personal trainer and yes I had all my training gear on. But I just couldn’t! I can imagine I’m not the only woman in the world that has walked into the gym, thought nope and turned back around and made a beeline straight for the door! As I darted for the door, I hoped the trainer wouldn't spot me and telepathically know I was the person that had booked that 7PM slot. As soon as I was out of spotting distance and safely planted in town, I made a short pit stop at Mac Donalds! Ashamed? I think so! So I ate my two 'Big Tasty' burgers, that weren't in fact that tasty and walked towards the bus station. Yes I felt defeated, guilty and disappointed in myself, but then I remembered a crucial fact! There’s always tomorrow! So everyone that’s my amazing start to my health new life style! I’m thinking I’m going to have to try a little harder….

Chatty Yaz (Real talk)

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Here It Begins!

I have decided to start a blog! I've heard that anyone who is aspiring to be a journalist should have one, so here I am. There is no specific topic to this blog, as there is nothing specific I love to write about. I love to write about anything and everything! So here is my blog, I hope you guys enjoy!

Chatty Yaz

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