new hair, new shoes, still the same old me inside

Today I went to a new hairdresser. When I got there, I almost turned tail and ran way – it was so big, noisy and full of YOUNG people, but I stayed and I’m glad I did. The hairdresser was 40 and came from London. She was so friendly and warm I felt at ease with her at once. 

After that, I shopped for shoes which sounds very girly but thanks to my wide feet is a trial if I want to find somehing that is both comfortable and doesn’t make me look like an octogenarian. Then I headed to Debenham to see if I could find some more clothes without the help of a personal shopper. It was so overwhelming I hardly knew where to look. Two floors, full of rails of clothes as far as the eye can see. How do people cope with shopping? It wears me out. I came home fit for nothing and I was only out a few hours. I guess it’s because this is all so new to me. Until now, I’ve bought most of my clothes from charity shops for years and the rest from the cheapest shops I could find.

When I got home, my ex was there. Did he say I looked great? No. He asked if I’d had my hair done. There was me thinking I looked totally different and miles better and that was all he good force himself to come up with. Then he told me I looked ill. How I didn’t hit him over the head with a saucepan, I have no idea.