Thursday, 23 April 2009
Today I decided to go and get my hair cut, partly because we are going to a wedding this weekend and partly because I am anticipating that the next few weeks are going to be such hell that I need a treat. Yes, I definitely do need to look good for packing, moving furniture into vans and tediously sorting out the detritus of my house. No question about it.
I went for shorter and a bit blonder, ultimately aiming for a sort of January Jones in Mad Men type of look. As usual, I fear the result is probably more Tanya from Eastenders (see above), but never mind.
Anyway, as I walked back down the street afterwards (and bear in mind that I am wearing a slightly crumpled white blouse and flowing linen trousers, not exactly skin tight lycra) I was whistled at by no less than two sets of builders. This hasn't happened for a while; when you are generally accompanied by two small boys and a double pram, wolf whistles are a very rare thing indeed.
So it must be the hair. Either that or my oversized sunglasses (£3.99 from H&M, ladies - yes, you too can look like a film star for less than a fiver).
Anyway, never mind gentlemen preferring blondes. It clearly does the trick for builders.