Back at Centennial, trying to take a picture of my noggin without looking too posy, which in turn just looks a bit strange and stiff. But hey, what a glorious winters day. I could live in a Sydney winter for eternity.
So that's the hair, if anyone wanted to see. I am loving having short hair and have incessantly asked PB if he shares this emotion for my new head. But No Chris, Do You Love It? Like Really Love It? Ahem. Psycho.
And now for this weeks awkward-limbed activity, in which I teach BB how to twirl.