I miss my hair straighteners.
Or rather, I miss having the time to spend half an hour using them. Having a baby has meant, for me, hair preening has pretty much gone out of the window.
I left it nearly nine months to get my roots done. I permanently have a bit of frizz around my fringe area. Not dissimilar, then, to the look I sported during my first year at university eight years ago:
But while I mourn the loss of my straight hair, spare a thought for my baby.
She is now nine months and has only the faintest wisp of hair on her beautiful head. But at least she has some now.
It was touch and go at one point. She came out balder than the man who used to present Crystal Maze. And that leads me nicely to my entry for this week’s Gallery. Meet Frog, five minutes old. And hairless:
To see the other entries in the Gallery this week head over to Sticky Fingers.