Wednesday, 14 September 2011

Bad Hair Days...

When it comes to bad hair days, we've all had them.  Moreover, when it comes to the words 'follically' and 'challenged' I think I'm right in saying that images of baldness are usually what spring to mind. 

Well not in my experience...

After all, despite the fact that I do, indeed, possess a wonderfully, full head of hair, I have evidence that my own follicles have been somewhat challenging of late - albeit in an abundant kind of way. 

In fact, I'd even go as far as accusing them of playing some kind of practical joke.  Especially when one minute I'm primping, preening and styling away to my heart's content, the reflection in the mirror singing my praises over what a good job I've done. And in the next, they're suddenly repositioning themselves into a less than complimentary arrangement, shall we say - but only after I've turned my back.  Not exactly a good predicamet to be in, I might add; particularly when in the midst of book marketing.

Of course, it took me a while to realise the little game they've been playing.  Innocently smiling away as the photographers click, click, clicked away on their cameras - all the while completely unaware that my locks have been laughing at me rather than with me.  But what they didn't bank on was the certain fact that the camera never lies - although then again, that's also something of an unfortunate reality for me too!

1 comment:

  1. I have to be careful here. Still blessed with a full head of hair, I have a son twenty-five years younger who has been bald half his life. Got it from his maternal grandfather.
    Remembering when I admired Jan Sebelius in my youth, and wishing I could wax my noggin to natch his shiny pate, I'm glad now I didn't do that. Hair, messy or not, is preferable to constant worry about sunburn. Or cold. Or...
    Thanks for the welcome side road today, Suzie. Cheers,