My obsession with not having a giant triangle head of hair continues. In advance of my attendance at P's big work thing, I have booked a keratin blow out this weekend. This is despite not being 100% sure what a keratin blow out actually is. There are vague promises of shiny, no frizz for up to six weeks, but I still wonder if that's predicated on being able to use a hairdryer. Because my hairdrying skills are haphazard, at best. As in, point it at the wet bits and blow the bejesus out of it until dry (aaaaaand that is probably the reason for my triangle head, right there).
Good grief I am vain. My mother used to comment on my constant glances into reflective surfaces, right throughout my childhood. I used to think it was probably self-consciousness (have I got something on my teeth? do I look ok?). Now, I think it's definitely self-consciousness (particularly since the skirt-tucked-into-knickers almost-debacle I caught in the office bathroom mirror before anyone else saw me).
We'll await the results with baited breath, shall we?