Thursday, February 16, 2012

Self Expression

My hair obviously feels that it's been released from the bondage of length and weight and now takes the opportunity to express itself each night.

I just wish I could understand what statement it's trying to make.

I was rather taken aback on the first morning of new short hair to see it in a rather good impersonation of Hugh Grant circa 1999.

Then there was the Sulphur-Crested Cockatoo.

Then the mad scientist / conductor circa 1930.

This morning's effort was more of a "Drug-crazed Socialite, Morning After Mugshot".

Then again, when I think about it, how much do I want to know what it's trying to say?

3 comments:

Givinya De Elba said...

Oh Jen, hair is so contrary! I hope it submits to you soon, or at least if it refuses each morning, it rapidly submits before you go out!

If not, photos please.

The Accidental Housewife said...

I hear "drug crazed socialite" the hot look this season...

Crazy Sister said...

This post made me laugh so hard! I can picture all of those looks. It's Hugh Grant that's killing me! Oh, poor Jen!