Emo kids, that is, and all the photos of themselves.
My fringe is (finally) almost at the point of growing out. One side is long enough to tuck behind my ear; the other is not. So today I resorted to hairgrips and a ton of hairspray to anchor these stray locks to the side of my face.
I’ve never worn quite such a… solid style. Sure, I’ve enjoyed the crunch that hairspray gives, but never this much. Despite this, I became completely paranoid. I fiddle with my hair a lot during the average day, so being prevented from doing this was quite stressful. The one time I absent-mindedly touched my head and dislodged a hairgrip I found myself dashing out to the ladies’ to check I’d put it back in properly. I felt I couldn’t move my head too quickly, in case it messed up the barnet. On the way to work, I found myself holding my breath every time a breeze blew in case it all went wrong.
On the other hand, it did make my hair lovely and shiny (and crispy), and I credit it for making me a lot more efficient and well-behaved at work. By 10 o’clock I’d taken ownership of a query and phoned (!) Switzerland (!) to give some bad news to (!) a Very Important Customer (!). The (!)s are to emphasize how unlike me this is. Trust me. If I can palm any of the above (!)s off onto anyone else I’ll do it.
Anyway, the title of this post is significant as I found myself so proud of my hair in its primped state that I had to take a picture of it.
See? Lovey and shiny. So shiny I had a number of panics at what looked like more grey hairs, which were (fortunately) false alarms.
In other news:
- I became preoccupied this morning with why anyone thought the name ‘old spice’ would make a good brand name, and why it then did.
- I just read a couple of books by C. J. Sansom (Dissolution and Dark Fire), both of which are very good and I’d recommend them to anyone.
- From these books I’ve gained a new and unexpected interest in Tudor history. So if anyone knows any good narrative histories of the period feel free to recommend them to me.
- I just started reading another book by Tom Holland (The Sleeper in the Sands) and am already pained by how arresting and wonderful it is.
- Last night, for the second time in my life, a recipient of my cooking ended up licking the crockery clean. GET IN! 
