Hey world, hope your all having a splendid humid day.
Today I was a quitter. And I really cant stand quitters.
It was that much anticipated (dreaded on my behalf)
hair cut day and I failed to attend... yes I chickened out.
In my defence, my perfectly functioning life-long system, is operating aprox two months ahead of schedule. Im normally satisfied if I can make a trim a year, so I think I was being a tad optimistic booking another appointment after 10 measly months, don't you think?
The embarrassing part is, after humming and hawing in a steamy lather for 3hrs (give or take) this morning, I finally made it to the store. Only to play out the tragic as ever, "Oh... whats this a phone call?...I wonder who it could possibly be?" scenario, before making a 'Linford Christie couldnt catch me sprint' to Starbucks. Where I remained masqueraded by the the Independent and an equally oversized coffee, for the following 45 minutes.
Total midweek failure on all accounts.
Im now about to depart mancunian shores for a sleepover in Scotland.
My partner is currently on a course in Glasgow and if you know me at all, you will know that patience really doesn't run in my blood. In particularly where cinematic happenings are involved.
I have to say though, a fat £50 train fare really does take the word 'deal' out of the whole Orange Wednesdays malarky.
Anywho..here some Instax loving from one of my 'flavourite' shoots of the year.
Give a girl a cone and she'll be a very happy bunny.
With thanks to the brilliant Stephen Walsh.