Why yes, I did cut my own hair... why do you ask? Living on the poverty line has its drawbacks. I could choose to go to a hairdresser, but what would I be willing to sacrifice in return? Having just paid a couple of thousand dollars for my daughter's "free government schooling" I once again seized the scissors and chopped my hair. By the time I managed to get all the bits looking even I ended up with what can only be described as "The Pixie Cut" (move over Emma Watson). Maybe if I dye it bright purple people will be so preoccupied by the colour they won't notice the shape... or I could knit a summery hat with the organic cotton yarn I bought on sale for a dollar a 50g ball...I live by the motto: There's nothing that can't be fixed with a bit of good knitting. Menopausal hot flushes (combined with medication that makes me sweat excessively) have sent me scurrying to make sweat bands and small knitted cotton cloths with which to mop my brow. Plunging v-neck tops (why do manufacturers think that v-necks have to go down to the brassiere?) have prompted metallic silver diamond lace inserts to preserve my modesty and the lunch-holding-down ability of the general public. Actually, I would love to knit a black lace covering for an umbrella one day...
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