There is a strange woman in my mirror. This morning I went for a haircut, and for the first time in years spent more than a tenner on it. I asked a neighbour with good hair where she goes, and went there. The cut is good, but then the stylist decided to dry it straight "just for a change". And then she got the straighters on it. So now I have the ubiqitous straightened layers with wispy ends look that I generally pride myself on not having. The number of women who iron their hair flat1 these days is scary.
D**t news: there is no diet. Not this week anyway, the past two days have been a disaster. I have been to bellydancing, tho.
1. darn it why can't I find a still of Tracy Turnblad ironing her hair?