Oh, dear. It’s definitely time to do something about these blond locks. I’ve not had a haircut this year, and it’s starting to show.
Last night, a friend asked me if I was deliberately trying to look like Margaret Thatcher.
To add insult to injury, last night when watching CSI in my room, my crappy headphones got caught in my hair. A lock got tangled around a screw, and I had to get Paul to cut me out!
I don’t know what I want to do with my hair (although I’m damn sure I’m not putting those headphones on again.) The quiff was good, and I can’t do that when I have this much hair. But are there more interesting things I can do if I let the rate of growth continue at half-an-inch a month. I nearly have enough for a pony tail.
While we’re doing pictures, here’s a few still on the camera from our Christmas/Housewarming party a few weeks ago: the spread, our tree, and a remote control dinosaur that a friend brought along.