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Hair: Dressed and Ready to Go

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I thought it was going to be a disaster. The first hair disaster in the 2 and a half years I have been seeing the same hairdresser.

My first thought wasn’t … “Oh God, I look like a loony …” It was.

“Oh God how am I going to tell Snip I’m never coming back? …” Or worse

“Oh God… how am I going to ask her to fix it?”

However, there was evening and there was morning and once the hair had been through the wash and dry at “Deeleea’s House of Hair” all was well.

Phew… no desperate confrontation… No mad scramble to find another hairdresser in the New Year… Just a daily meeting with Puff the Magic dryer and some product with extra strong hold.

My Lord What a Day!

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Shot the infomercial today, had actually forgotten about it so I am glad I actually work on the site of the studio, otherwise I would have been in the cactus when they rang to try and find me…

It is disconcerting to be referred to as the ‘talent’, to be shunted from pillar to post getting hair and makeup done, and the clothing pored over and allocated.

Of course it is more disconcerting to actually be on camera and have to answer questions on the spur of the moment… It seems as though trying to prepare was fruitless… By the time I was questioned I couldn’t even remember one of the tracks I was supposed to have listened to… gulp.

It was fun, it will be interesting to see whether my footage ends up on the final commercial… I am not too concerned if it doesn’t… Then I won’t be embarassed by looking like an idiot…

In other news, the Countdown is going well, we had another extended conversation tonight… I wonder if we might even be quite relaxed with each other by the time the next 8 weeks are done… Time will tell I guess… In the meantime the first week has gone very quickly, I am sure the rest will too…

Stuffed

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Where I come from, stuffed usually means tired, evervated, knackered … Here it means full, replete to the point of excess…

For me, today, I am claiming both meanings for myself… At two parties I have eaten enough to feed a small 3rd world nation and I am climbing into bed at midnight.

Our staff Christmas ‘do’ was at a fine harborside restuaurant serving Sydneys finest seafood *gags* fortunately for us old testament eaters there was a delish lamb all served silver service and with lots of lovely non alcoholic drinks (I work for a church… remember?). It was all lovely, and yummy and very chatty etc but the piece de resistance of the meal was the massage.

Yep, you heard read me right, the massage.

3 Minute Angels came and spread their brand of Christmas cheer and gave us all 5 minute neck and shoulder massages…

Mmmmmm bliss… Zzzzzzzz Zzzzzzzz