Spotting things like this add so much to my life!
Picture the scene.
Me in tiny loo, delving into my bag, trying to locate my camera,
practically blind with tears of mirth.
Then standing with my back wodged against the loo door,
so I could get a good shot of this mad notice.
After wiping away the tears,
I waltzed into the next adventure.
My last foray to her, you may (or may not) remember, resulted in a sort of orangatang red, which made even my kind DH swallow hard and say,
"I actually prefered it before"
which is his version of,
"Aargh! What have you done! Make it go away!"
Look what I got today.
Scary vampire lady.
When I look up, brace yourself for the fangs and yellow eyes, nnkay?
I have not yet learned to sit at the top of trees though.
But give me time.
In my hairdresser's defence, I did say, "Match the colour to my regrowth" but I'm pretty sure I remember my natural colour being brown, mid brown. Some might even say mousey.
If they wanted to stop a klap.
Guess what I said to my dear hairdresser? (and yes, I do like her. Still. In spite of.)
"Well, its a change. And I'm up for change. I'll have to adjust my make up, definitely."
I'm a coward.
What can I say?