I’ve been meaning to get my hair cut for ages, and just haven’t gotten around to it. I like having shorter hair in the summer, and then letting it grow out in the autumn, so that I have lots of hair to pull back and pin up in the winter.
On Tuesday I went to my fantastic, lovely hairdresser, and he spent almost 2 hours cutting 10 inches off my hair, giving it slight layers, velcro-rolling it, and styling it.
At the end of this all, I looked AMAZING. Like I’d just stepped off the set of Mad Men.
And then I stepped out of the salon into the Wellington wind, and that was the end of my carefully coiffed hair.
A bit of re-styling at home made it look great (if not quite as fabulous) again, and I set up my camera for a few quick shots with the timer.
Without any help from me, the camera overexposed to various degrees, and I got some fantastic shots. You would never know that they were taken with no prep, with my dinky camera, in our bedroom, with the camera balanced on the dresser and mess shoved out of the sightlines!
I don’t think I’ve ever had a set of photographs of me that made me feel this beautiful.
I’m in awe. And completely in love with myself. And feeling very blessed and lucky.
Now that I’m done being excessively gorgeous and glamourous and vain, it’s time for me to go mark a bunch of papers.
Grumble, grumble, phtoey.