Big Hair.

Today I feel almost human, and while I didn't originally have any particularly grand plans for my hair, once I saw this little thingy on the New York Times website I thought yes, that is just the thing! I slapped on some eyeliner to distract from the fact I'm wearing pants that are really glorified leggings (they're more like riding pants but I'm trying not to kid myself that I'm not pissing someone off while wearing them in public).

I went outside for about 2 hours and got all windswept and bedraggled, so this is what's left of the hair-do. It's held up nicely, although you can see my accursed bangs refuse to have any part in being team players and try to separate from the rest. I clamped them down with a headband.

 I suspect this is one of those hair-dos that looks really spectacular on blonde hair, or at least photographs better, but I might be doing this sort of thing when I have a serious case of third-day hair and need to throw it up for work in the morning.

Minnow heard the camera and ventured out from her laundry-bed, so of course I scooped her up.

But she isn't really a fan of being picked up, and the noise of the shutter is something horrible to her, so she staged a protest.

The upside is that the pictures with her show off the hair best, so now I can chronicle that along with even more evidence that I hang out with this cat more than people.