I’ve had an awesome weekend. Why does it take me 12 months or so to do something like this?! Anyway, Saturday afternoon was a hair party at someone’s house. Why go to the salon when the hairdresser can come to you? We sat around eating cheese and drinking champagne while five of us had our hair cut, coloured, treated and blow-dried.
I came away looking like a rock chick (a long-held fantasy of mine), and with a commitment to bi-monthly colouring touch-ups. Nonetheless, I’m super impressed. It’s the best money I’ve ever spent at the hairdresser and probably has a lot to do with getting as far away from the mum look as possible. If only I could play the guitars I bought in my youth.
After a decadent sleep-in, (8am is a sleep-in), Mum and I did some shopping. New shoes – black, new jumper – pink, and sewing ingredients to make the party bunting for Lincoln. I moved away from my brown/blue/white to grey/turquoise/white/orange. Sounds bizarre but I think it will look good.
Met up with old school pals for lunch at a Moroccan restaurant in Balmain. Kim leaves for Switzerland next Monday for 3 years so I’m glad we could hook-up before then. Didn’t take any photos with the three of us but I did manage to snap one of this dessert we shared.
Chocolate and raspberry pancake with butterscotch sauce and choc fudge icecream. It was thick, and more like a cake. *drool* Thank god we didn’t order one each!