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…
There are men who look good with facial hair. Gods walk in our midst, after all. Then there are those who’re passably nice looking and on whom the facial fuzz can act like the proverbial Fairy Godmother (oh okay, magic potion a la Shrek) completely transforming their faces into something…
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…