Dunno

whether to go to my hair appointment this afternoon. Currently I’m home with one of those headaches (I won’t call it a migraine, as I think that trivialises the pain that real migraine sufferers have) that make you want to spew everywhere. And I can’t focus. So I’m lying on the couch watching the “How to” channel. As a bonus, the show ‘Craft Lab’ has inspired me to make some new craft that I haven’t tried before, so after next payday, I might persue that.

But anyway, back to the hair. My hair irks me. I really shouldn’t complain, as it grows quickly and I have lots of it (on my head that is, I’m not some warewolf). But. it. tangles. way. too. much. Underneath, especially at the nape of my neck, I really just want to grab the scissors and go the hack. Remember those “undercuts” of the very early 90’s (haha HP had one, I’ll have to find the pic of him for you), well, as dodgy-looking as they are, right now to me they’re making sense, as I really like the concept of my hair looking long, but not having all the tangly bits. (Have you disowned me yet?)

 

The infamous “undercut”

And if I was some Edie Sedgwick elfin-looking little thang, I probably would give a crazy haircut a go. But when you’re blobby, you don’t want to set yourself up for any (more*) ridicule by having weird arse hair. So anyway, I’ve been accosting everyone lately and asking them who cuts their hair, and generally been follicular-ly obsessed. All the while with a too long Sally Boyden fringe that needs dealing with, and some mousey regrowth. So I have to weigh up couch versus salon, as well as the budget considerations.  Am I the only person who’ll happily buy $100 worth of wool, but feel guilty about spending $80 on a trim and colour?

Oh no, Martha’s come on. I can’t cope with her voice. And she pretty much lost me one day when she was demonstrating crafting with beads, and she asked the guest what one of the bead materials cost : “about $180″ was the answer and Martha said “Oh, that’s quite reasonable”. I nearly fell over with shock. Ack, Joan Rivers has come on to talk to Martha, time for an attempt at housework I think. Neurofen and Hoovering, here I come.

Speaking of hairdressers, I certainly don’t experience this level of chat in my local salon. {thanks to A. Duck for putting me onto that blog}

* actually I haven’t really experienced ridicule as such, just my paranoid lack of self-esteem makes me feel self-conscious