Louis Carole

They made me feel very welcome at the recently refurbished Louis Carole salon. New management. New look. A complete transformation. The waiting room seemed to have been designed especially for me. On the table was a tall inviting glass of a strawberry pink straw frothy elixir. I sipped gently whilst studying the head bunny price list. I was thinking of a more retro look – something along the lines of Vidal Sassoon’s geometric style. I’d brought an old photograph of my grandmother in her youth, sporting the look. Shorter on one side with a full fringe, space age. They’d plugged me in by the time I’d finished my drink. Under a large helmet of a hairdryer everything turned pink. When they held up the mirror and asked me if I’d like to make a follow up appointment, I told them I’d think about it. I was having second thoughts about the ears.