I was walking down Johnston st today when a women dashed out of a hair salon and bailed me up on the footpath. Would I be interested in working as a hair model? Did I have time for a colour today? I was, and I did, and now my hair is a rich and chocolatey shade of brown.
I think I am going to have to accept the redhead experiment as somewhat of a failure... I loved the colour but every time I went to have it touched up it seemed to get darker and darker, inching back towards my natural colour. Perhaps I will accept defeat until I have grown my hair out a bit more, and then go somewhere really expensive (ie. competent) and emerge the mermaid-haired temptress of my dreams. Somehow I'm banking on mermaid hair, although mine is taking an excruciatingly long time to grow.
I had such a nice time walking around Collingwood. Somehow I've managed to spoil myself rotten today. I had breakfast with my lovely friend Josephine, real crumpets with blackberry butter and darky, muddy-coloured coffee, and some good conversation, then headed off towards Fitzroy, managing to make a small detour through a lovely little op shop and picking up a cheerful plaid summer jacker with cap sleeves, a scarf and some sunnies. Then hair-pampering, and a short walk to Per Square Metre, where I picked up my darling illustration. It is very darling. Shut up, it just is.
Getting peckish again I hit upon a lovely, tiny, jumbly cafe with antiques and furniture cluttering up the back and paintbrushes drying out in the bathroom. A five dollar plate of spaghetti napoli later (the proper kind, with olives and capers and chilli) and I was basking in the sunshine, happy and replete.
It made me think how happy I am to be able to have my own life at the moment. I've done a lot of bleating on this blog about being a dismal romantic failure, but being able to wander around Collingwood, slip in and out of galleries, sit in a park, whatever, without needing to make plans or be accountable for my whereabouts is just a wonderful feeling. That total satisfaction you get from a successful day's solitude... it's nice. And it's nice to remember that I've always liked my own company. Especially on a holiday, in the sunshine, with a freshly-shampooed head.
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3 comments:
a) A women dashed out of a hair salon? How did they manage that?
b) You have an incredible talent for describing the satisfied enjoyment of a warm day/night. You make me want to get my hair shampooed.
c) Also, you bleat about being a dismal romantic failure? It's weird, I don't know how you - or Jelly, for that matter, who sometimes opines about the single life herself - could be single without choosing to be. You're both so lovely.
And yes. Single life has many of wonderful benefits of happyness, yes yes.
That sounds like the perfect day. I love that pocket of Collingwood -- quiet, poseur-free and it's got that quaint, semi-industrial feel.
Re: hair -- I liked you red! It was striking, bold and proclaimed, "I am a confident broad". You turned heads, lady (though I'm sure you do that irrespective of hair colour).
Did you go to charm school or something, Yosh? I find it very hard to believe that this level of delightfulness can be achieved without the use of aids or supplements.
Jelly: I am thinking about getting my usual hairdresser to fix the colour - a girl's gotta compensate for the lack of fuck-off specs. And that pocket of Collingwood really is very nice, I am dragging you there for spaghetti. Soon.
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