Thinking that I couldn't possibly make myself look any worse than the last hairdresser had managed to do, I had a go this morning myself. Wrapped in a towel with a small Jack Russell nipping at my ankles, I confidently grabbed some hair and snipped away. Way away. I couldn't seem to make my two hands work in concert. One hand held the hair while the other snipped wildly at the air. Occasionally I would make contact and a clump would fall, greatly exciting the dog. I decided to concentrate on the front where I could see before I moved to the great unknown at the back. When I eventually tried the back of my head, I inflicted a rather nasty snip on my finger, two fingers actually, and had to stop. The result is Rod Stewart circa 1983, which you might remember was not a good look even on Rod Stewart. But I have to say, badly cut as it is, it is a great deal jazzier than the last professional mishap which made me look like a nun. We always wondered why they wore those things on their heads until they took them off and the crummy haircuts underneath were revealed. When I went to the store this morning people smiled at me. Smiled and pointed.
Like Hillary Clinton.
Why does she do that? Always with the raised eyebrows like "Hey Wow it's YOU!! I'm SO HAPPY IT"S YOU!". Do you suppose she does that now when she gets off a plane in say, Russia? There's Putin waiting for her as she comes down the steps of the plane. Hillary stops, raises her eyebrows, jolts her head back and points at him, "Wey hey! it"s YOU!" Somebody ought to tell her that her Alice in Wonderland days are over, speaking of hair.