This post is for Javamom, who asked for photos of my Rapunzel-like (artificially) golden flowing tresses, as described in yesterday’s post.
I took over 30 shots for this post, trying to get a picture of myself reflected in our front hallway mirror. Most of them look like this one:
Or this one:
Or this one, an attempt to capture the back of my head, like taking a blind basketball shot:
As you can see, I won’t be putting “great at selfies” on my resume any time soon. I kind of liked this one, but you can’t see my hair at all:
Finally I ended up with these two, where you can see my hair, and my roots, and, if you look closely, the oil stains on my favourite shirt from making dinner last week and (NATURALLY) not wearing an apron. HOT.
Dorothy Hamill, eat your heart out.