For the last few days, my new hair cut has reminded me of something. Something familiar, but I hadn’t quite been able to put my finger on the cause of this recognition. And then, this morning, as I was trying to motivate myself to function, it came to me. It was in my room the whole time… My new hair cut reminds me of me, aged six, when Mamma Jones chose to have her two daughters looking like sons. See?
Not much has changed to be sure.
Naughty naughty naughty, that’s what you look like, up to no good devilishly delightful deeds. Well then Miss Emma, carry on; keep your victims waiting no longer.
You look beautiful Emma. You are too young to remember Blake’s 7 and Servalan, but she was one hell of a sassy lady who you bear a striking resemblance to. X
Your recent haircut really suits you Emma.Hope we see you soon. Xxxxx