My hair is too long. It’s ridiculous. I can nearly sit on it. It hasn’t been near a pair of scissors in ten months and it needs to be chopped. Nothing dramatic, but I want to be able to look at the floor and see plenty of it down there - two inch lengths. A. … Continue reading Cut!
The cold weather has arrived. Tentatively, at first, it crept in at the start of the month, here only for a day, casing out the city, like someone viewing a house for the first time, unsure of the area and holding back on a bid for now. Then it came back for a second look … Continue reading Hats On
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