Archives for posts with tag: haircut

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A shell competition in a small beach in a little cove with my family.
The beautiful grasses.
Getting W to cut my hair out on the balcony. It looks good!

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Spying Mt Taranaki out the plane window.
Getting home after a week away.
A haircut. A joint haircut in fact.

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Haircut. At a fraction of the usual price.
The Welsh landlord from the Welsh pub recognised me on the street and said hello. I’ve only been into the pub three times.
I bought even more fabric. Whoops. And then spent the afternoon sewing. I made another T-shirt and turned a big top into a vest.

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The new Good Magazine
Someone telling me they liked my dress
Catching sight of my new haircut in the mirror and thinking ‘yeah, I like that’