Fear not, a trip to the hairdresser is imminent!
I’m in the process of growing out a disastrous perm – it was an ill-advised 30th birthday to myself: that curly/wavy hair that I’ve always wanted.
What was ironic was that I discovered – afterwards – that I was repeating history: My Mum gave herself the exact same present for her own 30th birthday. It’s not an experiment that either of us care to repeat, and I’ll be doing my level best to encourage any potential daughters from doing the same.
Isn’t it ironic that we always want what we don’t have? Sans-perm, my hair has barely a kink, and is very thick and smooth:
And I know I’ve got curly-haired girlfriends who would sell their soul for it, but I covet their locks, and would trade in a heartbeat.
Likewise, cup-size. There’s women around the world spending thousands of dollars to upgrade their bosoms while I look at my double-dee’s and wish for b-cups.
Wouldn’t it be nice if we actually could trade with other women (and men! I’m sure my other half wouldn’t begrudge me his gloriously long and lush eyelashes)
Anyway… bit of a random post, but it’s 15 minutes off pumpkin-time, and I couldn’t think of anything coherent about today’s outfit. Melbourne’s still doing it’s chilly thing (c’mon guys! It’s the middle of summer!) but I’m determined that the winter clothes have been Put Away, so I’m having to make do with what’s left in the wardrobe.