One of life's cruel tricks is that you are never blessed with the hair you would really like. Blondes want to be brunettes, curlies want to be poker straight and those with unruly thickness yearn for silky curtains. If folk were happy with the hair Nature gave them there wouldn't be so many hairdressers around.
My natural state was, until I started to go grey, thick, straight and mousey brown. I always wanted long hair but it was decreed from a young age that I suited short hair better. I remember once going to hide in my grandad's greenhouse under the potting bench specifically in order to avoid the lady who came round to cut our hair. I can't remember if I stayed hidden but I suspect my sense of horror at being naughty made me surrender my hiding place and go to the chair for the chop. I know I was sometimes mistaken for a boy, which made me want long hair even more.
And for all my life I have suffered hair angst. I will grow it long then get fed up with it and have it chopped off. I will grow out the grey then start colouring it again. I've had crops and curls and ponytails and bobs. I've pigtailed, flowed free, moussed, plaited, spiked, pouffed and twisted. The only thing I haven't done is ironed. I can't be doing with the malarkey of ironing my hair. The couple of times I have been ironed at the hairdressers I come out feeling like Deputy Dawg, with hair swinging by my cheeks like spaniel ears. Not good.
Anyway, two days ago I had this done...
...short bob! And I rather think I have found a style that will do me for a goodly while yet. I can tuck it behind my ears, it doesn't try to strangle me in my sleep and it didn't go wild and frizzy in the windy drizzly weather we've had for a couple of days. It has been very well received by the teenage girls at school which is always a good measure as to whether you've had a hair disaster or not. The funniest thing was when one of the Year 11 boys walked past. As he scuttled by he said, very quietly (presumably so as not to embarrass himself in front of his mates) 'I like your hair, Miss. It really suits you.'
I am honoured indeed!
One of the year 8 boys said, 'You look like that character from 'The Incredibles.' I assume he means this one...
...and not this one...
...well, not if he values his life anyway.
Cats, of course, do not have hair angst. Do you, Flora?
On other news hair related, Primrose, having completed her moult, is now sporting a skin-head type affair. She looks proper 'ard, she does. Like a hooligan. Hopefully, her tufty feathers will burst forth soon and she will be back to her fluffy feathery self.
Heather and I had another 'Mum 'n' Daughter Date' on Sunday. We went to see 'Nativity 3' which has to be quite the silliest film I have ever seen and was perhaps about 20 minutes too long, but it was funny and raised several laughs. 'Paddington' next. I have high hopes for Paddington despite his nose being too long and thin.
I am going to leave you with a shot of our Advent Candle. We always have an Advent Candle and this year's candle is proving to be very long lasting. I have to light it at around 5 in the evening or it never burns down to the next notch by bed time. It is very much a good value for money candle which means I can enjoy it all evening!