I don’t usually (read that as ever) post pictures of myself, and it’s really not normal to smile at a camera and snap away when no-one else is in the room (I took about fifty photos trying to get something that looked almost natural – and the left was “my best side”). So ignore me and look at my new hair cut, which was done last night. It looked fabulous in the salon, when Tara – the genius who cuts my hair and the first hairdresser to whom I’ve felt comfortable saying, “do what you want” – showed me four different ways to style my hair. She’s so cool – she’ll style it, mess it up and then make me do it. Of course I can’t and I just end up looking like I have some muscular impediment when I try to twist my hair, then stick bobby pins in backwards while looking in the mirror when I do it – and who can do anything the correct way when looking in the mirror. Anyway, the picture here is the product of the “messy look” plus wearing a bicycle helmet while cycling home from the salon. Tara put a colour in too, though it didn’t come out too well in the picture. It’s called “coffee shop” and there are about four or five different colours in there, including blonde, caramel, chocolate and mocha.
This morning – my hair looked nothing like this. Or the three other styles I was shown. I think I need Tara to visit me every morning before work to do my hair.