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Oops
I've done it again!
Okay.
I admit it! There are some days, alright most days, when I wake
up and look in the mirror and even I don't recognize myself. 7
a.m. and the first
thing I
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see is this woman with my face wearing the most
outrageous wig I've ever seen! It's big, I mean really big! A foot tall
and 8 inches wide each side it looks more like a mutant pineapple than
a hair style. It has to be a wig doesn't it? Okay so putting a large mirror
facing the bed wasn't such a good idea after all - I mean shocks like
that can't be good for one first thing in the morning but who'd have thought
that a nights 'rest' could produce such a horror? To think that only 8
hours ago my face fitted me and my brown hair was a cascade of curls not
a volcano of Vesuvius proportions. Hastily I pile the whole unruly mass
on top of my head and secure it there with the hairgrips that live on
my bedside cabinet. Lots of hairgrips! A few swift tugs to pull out some
'tendrils' and a quick roughening up of the fringe and things are looking
up. Slightly!
It's a good job my partner sleeps soundly til 8 O'clock or I fear I'd be
facing single life again. Although thinking about it he does wake up looking
a bit like a bottle brush himself - yes there's definitely a 'Tin tin' quality
to his morning look, but somehow on him it looks quite endearing. Whatever!
Anyway what I'm leading up to is my confession. It's really hard for me
to do as I swore an oath to my hairdresser that I'd never do it again. Ever.
But I did. I'm sorry Shelly but I felt that old urge and it was a particularly
bad day and before I knew it I was cutting them off. My curls that is. Just
the tiniest of snips, honestly, and I really made the effort to snip off
the same amount from each one. Okay,okay I confess - yes I did use the wallpaper
scissors again but I was in a hurry and the other ones where in my knitting
bag. Anyway I had to hoover up the evidence really quickly before my mum
came to visit. She's aware of this long time habit but refuses to accept
any responsibility for my inherited locks. Actually saying 'you get that
from your father' doesn't help - he never grew his hair more than 3 inches
long.
Oh well, I'll wash it later and treat it to one of my new conditioners.
Then I'll get my partner to measure each curl with my trusty plastic ruler
and see what the damage is. Anyway, I've probably got a hormone imbalance
at the moment and I know I haven't eaten anywhere near enough chocolate
this week and it's raining again.... I wonder if Shelly's got any appointments
left for tomorrow?....
Did
you know? You could be blocking your own energy flow by
keeping that collection of half full shampoo and product bottles that
you won't use again this century! According to 'Feng Shui' experts
'clutter clearing' will release your natural flow of energy and by
chucking out your junk you'll create more space for better things
to enter your life. Worth a try I suppose - and I could use this space
to store my 'Dying to try' products. |
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