Sunday, 5 December 2010
... or more accurately, rather less of the old hair. RTBC or RTBM? I'm ambivalent. I was aiming for footloose, devil may care hair. When I left the hairdressers it was more shaggy mushroom on a dank forest floor hair. My self-image is not very high at the moment and I was somehow imagining I'd be transformed but I'm still me, with my baggy eyes, sallow skin, shoplifters clothes and post child-birth body.
The fella seems to think this is just fine. And I suppose it is.
[Photo carefully taken from a slightly elevated angle to hide the double chin.]