Yesterday turned out to be a surprising-in-a-good-way day. Firstly, despite me thinking that our local charity shop never, ever has anything interesting, I found a great piece of pumpkin coloured upholstery fabric which will make a fabulous bag. Will be looking in there again, as well as going on a couple of planned thrifting excursions to various high streets that boast a number of charity shops. Just have to get some of that work that actually pays real money out of the way first.
I have a phobia, which emanates from childhood, about having my hair cut. I think it comes from when my dear dad, bless him, used to cut our hair - and this from a man who used to cut his own hair because he had a similar fear, so he should have known better - and so I was offered various incitements when I was a youngster to go under the scissors. I especially enjoyed the horse-riding lessons...
But I decided that a new 'do' was in order before going out last night, a bit of a confidence booster, as long as it didn't all go disastrously wrong, of course... So I picked a local hairdressers at random, as my old salon is on the other side of town, near the job I recently escaped from, and not worth travelling for. The guy who cut my hair was not only funny, he also gave me very good reasons why it would be a very bad idea for me to pursue my 'New Hairstyle' brainwave - a long fringe - as my most determined centre parting would make me look like Ozzy Osbourne if it was behaving, and more likely would be like Alfalfa from the Little Rascals, sticking up all the time. Other good bits of advice too, and not expensive - hurrah!
Went to a book launch last night and saw some of my old work colleagues. Apart from the endless stream of comments about how I'm a lady of leisure now (wouldn't that be nice, I'd have so much more time for finishing Flibbertygibbet projects) it was really pleasant. Very kind compliments about how I'm looking really well since I left (that's what happens when you no longer spend two hours a day on the underground). Lots of bubbly and the world's most dangerous canapes (all on foot-long wooden skewers, on at least three occasions I saw the waitress nearly lose an eye when a punter tried to dip the feta/squash into the salsa) and great fun! Then out for dinner and home at midnight just before my tube train turned into a pumpkin...
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