Hair today, gone tomorrow!

Time for a Whirligigle! I used all of the words except loneliness (because it’s a concept I refuse to embrace) and twilight (because I’ve been known to turn into a vampire at the sound of the word and you wouldn't want that!)

 

 

I should never have done it. You see, I had an irritating tuft of hair that refused to behave itself. It stuck out like a ... well, whatever. Suffice to say, it stuck out. So I decided drastic action was necessary. 

I made the offending tress sopping wet, then with a flash of my wrist and a delicate snip-snap of my scissors I chopped it off. I had the great satisfaction in watching it fall to the floor. However, my contentment was short-lived because when I looked in the mirror my glorious mane was lop-sided. And so, I took some off the other side. Then the first side again, then the other and so on until I decided to give up and make an appointment with my favourite crimper to create me a new look in a day or two’s time. 

I comforted myself by gladly breaking my New Year’s resolution on day one - grazing on calorific crisps, munching on chocolate cookies, scoffing raspberry ripple ice cream and downing copious quantities of the ‘ole char-donn-ay!

Happy New Year folks and cheers!