it is a sign of the general ‘boringness’ of my life at the moment that the most exciting thing i have to blog about is a hair cut. the reason this was such a big deal is because it was really long:
there is a lot of emotion tied up in long hair, especially when its curly and very thick, and potentially hard to look after any shorter. but i took the plunge and went to the best place in town. i told Girl with Scissors what i wanted, and she grabbed it all in one hand, like a ponytail, and in one snip took most of it off. well, at least 4 -5 inches. it fell to the floor and made a small hair mountain. everyone in the salon went ‘ooooh’. then she washed it and dried it and took to it with the scissors some more. when i came home, i looked something like this:
its very hard to take pictures of yourself to show off a new hair cut, but im pretty happy with it. this morning it had the real test of me washing and styling it myself. its short enough that i could straighten it like she did, but i will only do that on special occassions. 5 minutes under the hair dryer this morning gave me something very presentable (although you cant really tell from these weird webcam photos!)
and its so light. that’s the best part, no more hair headache! oddly, i feel a bit better able to deal with all the high pressure stuff happening at work now with a more professional hair cut. stupid really, but true. speaking of work, the big day last thursday went great, but lets try and not speak of work again for a while.
i really needed to get out of town this weekend, it can get a bit claustrophobic down here, so i headed up to newtown on sunday to meet up with some knitter peeps. there was coffee and knitting
and tea, and cake and a bit more knitting
and on the way back to where i’d parked the car i took a bit of a stroll down memory lane. newtown is an old stomping ground of mine. it has some happy memories and some not so happy. these back streets lined with terrace houses reminded me how much i miss inner city living
and then i realised i was parked right outside one of the houses i’d once lived in. 55 reiby st.
its been renovated a bit in the last 20 years. i cant say that house was full of happy memories. maybe it was a good thing i’d parked there, just a gentle reminder that the past is sometimes better left where it is.
i drove through a huge thunderstorm on the way home, which has broken the strange snap of hot weather we’ve had, for now, but the garden at the moment is a constant reminder that spring is on its way – that as humans we are completely powerless against the inexorable force of nature and time. the lawn is going crazy from all the rain, and the magnolia has flowered:
i am trying to stay monogamous with my knitting so that i get ‘adrift’ done in time to wear it over a tshirt before the sun returns in all its fiery glory and we all start moaning about how bloody hot it is down here.
i will have this finished pretty soon,if only because my brain is too stretched to deal with anything other than mindless stocking stitch right now, but i would have it done sooner if i didnt have a pile of papers to read and could just sit and knit all day.
where have those days gone?!