Yes, this is a girly post.  I have  a decision to make.  Hair cut tomorrow (at the greatest hairdressers ever – Trendies in Kirkham – end of commercial break).  This is my I need to feel better about myself and keep head from drifting below the misery hair cut.  A saviour hair cut if you will!

My problem is I have been making terrible terrible decisions recently so…

I went to a very useful website, Yearbook Yourself, that Hilly and SJ pointed out a while ago

(Yes, these are crap but… no excuses)

First the original…

And now in order, 1958, 1968, 1978, 1988 and 1998.

I am seriously considering the afro.   I have to lose at least some of the length as it’s becoming a problem… well, less of a problem and more… well, because it’s the length it is I just tend to throw it into a ponytail and that’s it.  Ponytails do not suit my face (Hide the face!  Hide it!) but it’s easy and then I can get on with the important business of the day… y’know… doing things that I then feel stupid for doing.  Speaking of yesterday – a couple of lovely emails from people who agreed with me yesterday really cheered me up and made me feel less worthless. Then I spent some time moving forwards with the project in a less ‘oh what’s the point’ ( is that nihilistic?  Or am I thinking of something else?) way.

So ideas people come on!  And no I’m not shaving my head. (Hide Hide Hide the face!)… Oooo, maybe a Cousin It?