My Husband's Hair

My husband's hair is coming along nicely. His visit to the hairdresser last year, precisely the day before my daughter's confirmation is now just a nightmarish memory. Yes, we still have the dodgy photographs and the kids can still recall the screams of horror when he walked into the kitchen looking like a shaved badger. But it's fading. 

Now we have curls, we have bounce and please God some time in the near future we will have something like this:

Afterall I have three months left until the Electric Picnic and I cannot have a short haired man at my side.

My personal favourite is a mix of Poldark and Childermass. 
Hmm. We'll see. 
I have time, I can rebuild him.




Well, a girl can dream can't she?