Result below.
I wanted some ferociously fake nails of Barbra Streisand proportions, but got myself a French manicure instead... because it looks so fabulously fake and it didn't involve having portions of one's own nails filed off. I understand the concept of 'il faut souffrir pour ĂȘtre belle', but my pain threshold is notoriously low.Sunday the hairdresser arrives at 9 am to start a marathon cutting session of all three ladies in this household, during which several centimetres will be cut away to reveal eyes, faces, and other body parts... My SO has finally consented to a layered cut (she has approx. 50 cm of blondness to contend with on a daily basis)!
Ah, at least we haven't hit the gym yet like all those other annoying people with New Year's resolutions ;-)
Sorry for releasing my inner femme on you!
Song of the day (sorry, haven't figured out to stream music in blogger yet):
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Hope the haircut/s went ok!
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