Last week I finally took myself off to get a hair cut. It hadn’t been done since September last year. I have literally been that busy (and when I haven’t I couldn’t be bothered driving into town to get a hair cut). My hair was in a rather desperate state, and I had taken to chucking it back in a pony tail and then avoid looking a in mirror for the rest of the day. Last Wednesday I cracked it, rang the local hair dresser (there are 3 in town, but only one worth going to if you don’t want a blue rinse or spiral perm), and at 3.45 that afternoon, I was sitting in her chair. Forty Five minutes later I emerged with about 20 cm cut off, and a whole new do.
On Saturday I thought I would just pop into the kids room and take a snap to show you (though I should have brushed it first). Then a little fellow came in with me. So I gave up trying to take a photo of me, and instead took a photo of him.
Linking up with My Little Drummer Boys for an (almost) Wordless Wednesday