Friday, May 31, 2013
Fin and I recently watched House of Cards in an attempt to fill the West-Wing-shaped void in our lives. I spent a great deal of time admiring Claire Underwood's hair.
We also recently watched The Queen: A Passion for Horses. I don't know why, I don't even like horses, but we'd finished House of Cards and there was nothing else on. I spent a great deal of time admiring Clare Balding's professionalism, warmth and ability to make even the dullest subject seem fascinating (an HOUR-LONG documentary about the special royal-equine bond? Really, BBC?). I spent precisely no time admiring Clare's hair. Sorry, Clare.
What nobody warns you about pixie crops is that you can leave your house thinking you're at the Underwood end of the Claire Hair Spectrum, but one brisk walk to work later and you find yourself dangerously close to Balding territory. It's a fine, fine line my friends.
And that is the last time I will fret about my hair.
This month, anyway.
Images: Underwood / Balding