Never say I do not post about mind-stretching, fascinating subjects.
How exciting is that. Well, I sort of curled the ends in a bit so I no longer look as though I have had a fright of epic proportions. Then, I took the new hair out for a test run. I am happy to say the babes recognised me. Their father looked and looked and I said..... I have had more cut off than I anticipated. He said "It will take some getting used to." WRONG answer. But then he is a man after all. As his wife, a sensible and kind friend (with taste) was not in, I went in search of another assessment. Louise opened the door and said...... "I like it." Her husband (after I yelled up the stairs that I needed his opinion on something) appeared and whispered to her "Is it the hair I must notice". 10 out of 10 for observation. He said it was very nice. Groan. Very nice. Hmmm. The jury is still out on this one. I did try to take a photo, but I look deformed when I take my OWN photo. My arms are not long enough and then the neck scrunches up and forget that too.
Oh well, nothing I can do about it. It can grow.
Right. It is warmer today and the sun is shining, and the snow is only expected tomorrow. The house is quiet and I should really be doing the grand clean, but I am not in the mood. I am off to London this evening, to see the Scottish Dance Theatre perform, with some friends. Liz's sister, Janet, is the director and they are absolutely amazing. I have seen them dance a few times before, so this is a real treat!
Tomorrow is Mothering Sunday here in England, and for the very first time in 30 years, I will wake to a house with not one of my children home for Mothers Day. David will be back by lunch time, I hasten to add, and no, I am not going into a decline at the thought at all, just making an observation! It will seem strange. The youth club organiser even sent a note apologising to all mothers for removing their children on Mothers Day. I will just expect my son to bring coffee on demand for the afternoon and evening. I am kind like that.
Oh all right then..... here we are. Just ignore scrunched neck and multiple chins. That hair was BELOW my shoulder blades this time yesterday. I am still in shock. And that is not a perfectly arranged hairdo. It is the windswept look after going to get food from the shops in the village.
And you can still see the lump on and above my left eyebrow from the Incident with Door Frames. That is why the eyebrow is such an interesting shape. I am setting a new fashion trend. I have STYLE!