


i've been helping my mum clear out her closet. it's probably the least i could do seeing as she didn't mind the sidecut incident. basically...i've been threatening to shave my head for a long time now. i told her i'd do it in stages so she could get used to it bit by bit. on sunday i asked her to help me do a sidecut. she hid the hair shears. so i took matters into my own hands (well, ella's very capable hands but you get my drift).
in the end she just did that thing where she tuts and rolls her eyes, then an hour later says "it is actually quite YOU*."
and now i have an exciting multi-coloured, fleecey, pocketed, jumper-dress thing that she hasn't worn in years but could well become my new festival/BBQ staple. the other jumper is one she just finished knitting for herself that i have yet to convince her to send my way...but i'm hoping it's only a matter of time.
sorry for the (even more) awful (than usual) photo quality but i'm working with my dad's camera, which clearly doesn't agree with me.
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xx
*i have yet to fully decide whether my parents use the word "you" in this sense with me in a derogatory way or a positive one.