People

We’ve all been there. It usually happens in our youth, but some of us are caught out in later years too. I’m talking about the thing that can turn a confident, “zero-f*cks” kind of woman into a blathering mess on the bathroom floor, after she’s tried every technique known to mankind and Vidal Sasson to rectify the situation. You know it: The Worst Haircut Of Your Life. If we’re lucky, we only have one disaster to regale our friends with but unfortunately for me, and fortunately for you, I have several.

So, like many of you, I have a mother.  She’s 86 years old, tiny like a bird, and (in my admittedly subjective opinion) one of the Last Surviving Real Ladies. Caps intended.

And, like some of you, I have a daughter, whose name is the same (what a coincidence!).  She’s ten years old, strong and fast, and flips between girly princess mode and slightly gross mode, in that uniquely ten-year-old fashion.