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Yaaaaay

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I hassa bookmail today, yay! I’m actually re-reading the series, but I’m going to skip ahead, read this, and then decide whether or not I want to continue to re-read. I still have books that I got at Christmas-birthday that haven’t been read… I should probably take those down and take stock, if only so I make sure the poor… Read more »

All the Burning

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It is officially Too Hot™ and Too Bright™ to take a picture outside without me looking like a total doof. Still, trying to share the goodness of my red hair, and that requires outside photos. What can I say, I’m happy with how it looks… but that ‘looks best’ is outside. In the sun. D’oh. *laughs* At least it’ll get… Read more »

Summer in…

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I went outside for a minute to try and capture how my hair looks in natural light… -200/10, would not recommend going outside. It’s supposed to be hotter again tomorrow, which ugh. But it’s also supposed to be thunderstorms finally, which would be an effin’ godsend. I’m pretty sure that we’re in the area that hasn’t gotten rain since May…… Read more »

Hair Yesterday

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It’s definitely hair yesterday, because it’s a pub bathroom over the shoulder picture of it. We don’t have any mirrors around the house that I can do this with, so I figured I might as well while I had access to one. I’ve realised that my hair has actually grown a bit longer than it usually cuts off at, and… Read more »

Oh No

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My last hairstick broke today, quelle dommage! I’ve got a couple chucked into an Amazon basket for perusal, but I might see what Claire’s has as well. I don’t use them all the all the time, but when it’s warm like it is right now, I tend to find myself reaching for something to twist my hair away from my… Read more »

We Made Dis

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Today is ‘Mother’s Day’ in the United Kingdom. It’s actually Mothering Sunday, but borrowing the term from the thoroughly Hallmark’d holiday happened and stuck. This picture of Littlerbit’s random and adorable ringlets was taken over at Z’s parent’s house, where we were having lunch. We discussed how people spent stupid money for the day, and for what? Flowers that lasted… Read more »