| I have a degree in faffology |
| Thursday, June 30, 2005 |
To faff. Ah yes, the lighter, less-maligned version of procrastination (I think this means it's okay to faff a little bit, but not okay to procrastinate.)
Actually the correct definition is:
faff [a word given freely to the world by the Brits, which was very kind of them] to spend your time doing a lot of unimportant things instead of the thing I wish you'd stop faffing about and do.
But anyway I faff a lot.
I don't know why it takes me so long to leave the house. When I think I am ready it's just a mirage of readiness, because I have to still go back upstairs to get my sunglasses, or my scarf, or fix my hair one more time.
Then there is the faffing that happens once I'm out the door. Like, did i really lock the door? Then I have to go back and check it. And some umming and ahing about inane things - like should I take my gym gear to work in case I eat too much chocolate during the day and have to go work it off (This morning I said no to gym wear but I didn't say no to too much chocolate)
Okay, yeah, I faff. I don't know where my propensity to faff came from but at least I've admitted it. Now where are the 12 steps that allow me to be released from faffing? |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 11:40 AM |
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| Impossibly frizzy hair |
| Wednesday, June 29, 2005 |
Today it's particularly bad. I think it's the cold weather.
I am definitely the target for all those products that are appearing of late that promise to fix it. I've already tried most of them and none of them have worked. (Although I guess the fact that I have bought all the products means that the advertising has worked.)
Those hair cosmetics companies seem to have identified the problem but not really provided a solution. They say they make your hair sleek and shiny, even silky, but don't deliver. Or maybe it's just my hair.
Anyway I'm holding back from taking the scissors to my own locks ... mostly because I remember when I tried that with my Barbie in the seventies and she ended up looking exactly like an eight-year-old had tried to cut her hair. (And her hair wasn't even frizzy). It certainly wasn't the style I had envisioned when I started. Besides, if you cut your own hair the hairdresser KNOWS.
All I can say is - Leo Sayer, I identify.Labels: hair |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 12:08 PM |
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