2005-10-04 - 7:31 p.m.
"Do you want me to put some layers in at the back?" the hairdresser asked.
"Um. I don't know," I said.
"It'll just make it a bit curlier at the back, and a bit less thicker."
"OK," I said cheerfully. "Let's give it a go."
After washing the blowdried sleekness out of my hair, I see that what she was actually saying was, "It'll make your hair into a huge boofy curly nest and make you look like a lost extra from Flashdance."
Me: *looking in mirror* "Argh! 80s hair!" *brushes frantically*
West: "Gee, your hair looks a bit messy today." Me: "I have brushed it! I have! It has a mind of its own!"
Almost everyone at work: "Wow, curls! Your hair looks so lovely today! It suits you so much like that!" (And I think only I hear the subtext of "God, your hair looks like crap normally, but today it looks half decent.")
Evidence of how much my opinions are influenced by other people: at the end of the day, after the excessive compliments, I actually think it looks quite pretty. I'm now pro-curls.
I'm currently cooking lasagne while simultaneously watching TV and popping in and out of the study using the internet. Probably this means that none of these activities are getting proper attention (not that TV deserves it, really), but I prefer to think of it as my amazing multi-tasking skills.
By the way, my ears seem to be all fixed. I can hear again, whicn is the most wonderful news in the world. Having cotton wool in my ears all the time was seriously driving me a little insane. How glorious to be able to hear people talking softly again, and to not have the soft whistling in my head accompany me into sleep.
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