Here's what I had done to my hair last Tuesday, after which my friend Frieda* and I went and gorged ourselves at the Chinese buffet. Now I'm no longer leaving bits of myself on the shrubs in the yard, and my hair doesn't feel so much like an alien entity perching on my head.
Oh, yes, the problem-child wig is the one you see on the styrofoam head on the left in the background. Looks better on it than it does on me!
2 comments:
That's not a bad look on you darling! (btw, it's Whiskers. I've got a blogger identity now)
Hugs!
Ah! Woman of a thousand names!
Of course, so are we all in these internetted times! I think of your archaeo work every time I dig up some new artifact in my garden. The other day it was a kind of knurled and threaded glass stopper thing. Not intact, I'm sorry to say.
Merci du complement. I'm sure I'll sport this do again when my hair starts growing back.
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