Conversations With My Mirror
I got a haircut, my first since the pandemic began. And these are the conversations I have with my mirror.
I got a haircut, my first since the pandemic began. And these are the conversations I have with my mirror.
Lockdown necessitated home haircuts. But it feels like surrendering hope. And atop my head, there is mayhem. What hairy sorcery is this?
I made my first big purchase in this COVID-19 year. I bought an epilator. Actually, I replaced my old one that finally gave way in May, in the style of all essential devices going kaput right under lockdown. I felt really guilty about missing my epilator so much these past…
I got a painfully bad haircut. What could I do? Would throwing a tantrum change it? Instead, I learnt.
I’m a vain peacock in the most obvious way possible.
I love my hair.
This is the second of my acquisitions from the summer shopping spree. Like the inkblot top, this print too was available in a wide range of cuts and styles (including the one I picked in the inkblot print). I daresay the square cut of the inkblot top might have been…
SNC ‘accidently’ drops a photograph. We all coo over the chubby, grinning baby in the pic and then I look up and say “It doesn’t look like you at all!” Then we get into a discussion of how we looked as babies. NB: When I was a kid, I had…