Dear, oh dear. I’m in serious need of a haircut- I’m feeling quite wild and wooly, and my fringe is at the eyelash-skimming stage that always seems to result in a seventies style centre part.
I’ve consulted my Budget Nazi, and she’s okayed a Frugal February Haircut (it’s maintenance, man!) so I might duck in to see my Hairy Godmother towards the end of the week.
It’s still really warm in Melbourne, and I’m about at my tolerance level. I’m not a big hot-weather fan; it means sweaty legs, heat rash, migraines, and scalding hot steering wheels.
That said, the Sophisticate and I went and had Fish ‘n’ Chips at the beach last night, and as I dug my toes into the sand, tossed a handful of chips at the waiting seagulls and watched the sun set I had to admit that life was pretty good.