Oh man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in Chipping Norton, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be fab!” Spoiler alert: it was anything but.
First off, I’m running late. Classic me. I grab my coffee from the little café on West Street. You know, the one with the best scones? Yeah, that one. I’m chugging my latte like it’s water, and I spill it all over my new shirt. Great start, right? I’m standing there, looking like a hot mess, and the barista just smirks. Ugh, rude!
So, I dash over to my first appointment on High Street. It’s a wedding gig, and I’m pumped. I mean, who doesn’t love a good wedding? But then, I get there, and the bride is in tears. Like, full-on sobbing. Turns out, her dress is late. I’m like, “Girl, chill! We’ll make it work!” But she’s not having it. I mean, I get it, but c’mon! It’s just a dress!
While I’m trying to calm her down, I get a text from my mate, Sam. He’s at The Crown and Cushion, and he’s like, “You gotta come! It’s wild!” I’m torn. Do I ditch the bride? Nah, I can’t. So, I’m stuck there, trying to make her feel better while secretly wishing I was sipping a pint instead.
Finally, the dress arrives. It’s stunning! I mean, wow! But then, the bride’s mum shows up, and she’s a total nightmare. She’s like, “That’s not the right shade of ivory!” I’m thinking, “Lady, it’s a wedding, not a color match contest!” But I keep my cool. Deep breaths, right?
After what feels like an eternity, we get her all dolled up. She looks amazing! I’m feeling proud, like I just won an Oscar or something. But then, she steps on her train and—bam!—faceplant! I’m dying inside. I mean, how do you recover from that? But she laughs it off, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe this day isn’t a total disaster.”
So, I finally leave the venue, and I’m starving. I head over to the market on the square. You know, the one with all the cute stalls? I grab a sausage roll from that little food truck. Best decision ever! I’m munching away, feeling like life’s good again. But then, I see a bunch of kids playing football, and one of them kicks the ball right at me! I’m dodging like I’m in the World Cup. Seriously, what’s with today?
I finally make it to The Crown and Cushion. Sam’s there, and he’s like, “You missed the craziest stuff!” Apparently, there was a pub quiz, and they had a round on Chipping Norton history. I’m like, “Dude, I live here! I should’ve been there!” But whatever, I grab a pint and join in. We’re laughing, and I’m feeling all the good vibes.
But then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off! Everyone’s scrambling, and I’m just standing there, pint in hand, like, “Is this really happening?” We all spill out onto the street, and I’m thinking, “This day just keeps getting better!”
After a while, they let us back in, and we finish the quiz. I’m not gonna lie, I’m pretty sure we lost, but who cares? I’m just glad to be with my mates, laughing about the day’s chaos.
As I walk home, I can’t help but think about Chipping Norton. It’s quirky, it’s wild, and it’s home. I love this place, even on days like today. I mean, where else can you have a wedding disaster, a football dodge, and a fire alarm all in one day? Only in Chippy, right?
So yeah, that was my day. Emotional rollercoaster, for sure. But hey, that’s life as a stylist in this crazy little town!