Showing posts with label stop me if you've heard this one. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stop me if you've heard this one. Show all posts

girl walks into a salon...

...says, "Make me look like a scarecrow. No wait. Make me look like Tim Minchin in drag."


Actually, what I said was, "I saw some pictures of myself and nearly broke my jaw yawning. I've looked exactly the same for the past three years. Help" - but controlling outcomes has never been my forte. 

It's not as orange--excuse me, strawberry bland--in person, this was just the most flattering filter for the rest of my mug. Still not used to wearing it down; that's when I really notice the loss of length and start having palpitations. But pulled back in a wee bun, with some bang action, it's not so bad. Almost grown up, even. Ugh.