I did yesterday and I cannot tell you how smug and 'put together' I felt when I left.

… Okay, so I just asked mum and she said I COULD tell you: I felt a lot smug and put together.

This lies in direct and violent contrast to how I usually feel after a facial, especially in the hair region, which is, in short, disgusting. Not only are there bits of white face mask clinging to my nostrils, and some clay on my neck, and some exfoliating gel in my hair, but I have earned hair that is neither greasy nor flat nor boofy not curly, but a dazzling combination of all four. I have had a wonderful time, but my appearance is nay in sync with my floaty bliss.

So, I wore a hat.

This allowed me to Do Actual Things in Public afterwards, rather than slink back home in shame. It may seem obvious, this hat business, but I usually just book my facials in as late as possible so I can slink home in the shadows of trees and industrial bins and do nothing and see no-one. I still recommend that option by the way – post-facial is not pretty. The next morning? THAT'S PRETTY. That's when you see the results.

Here is hat I wore. It cares not for rules about clashing prints with stripes and I applaud that.

Thanks, hat.