So last Saturday Audrey arrived in her battle wagon conveying axes, secateurs, industrial oil based paints and a strong constitution to take on her 6 weekly challenge that is Anna. In the back of her wagon and with much praying she mixed the magical concoction that covered my grey. Grey! What grey? Did I say that?
With my grey covered and blended into highlights my mouth said the unthinkable. My mouth opened and uttered, 'I want to go shorter please.' My hands joined the rebellion and pointed to my jawline. 'I'd like a bob.'
'ooooooh,' said Audrey, 'that's different.' She was overwhelmed with excitement for my hair.
The deed was done.
The young on line shopping genius said 'hmm, short.' The sixteen year old said 'makes you look younger.' (Win, correct answer.) Mr Him is still in shock. What do I think of my Bob? I look like Dougal.
If that analogy doesn't do it for you then picture a small triangular traffic warning sign on a stick.