Slow down & Epic hair

We went to the nursery briefly today (spring sale!) and ever since my body has been screaming (or whimpering) at me, 'Too much! Too much this week! Slow down!' Fine, fine, I hear you.

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At the nursery, I saw a woman with an orange mullet.

It was a mullet. No ifs, buts or maybes, it was a mullet. Very short top and sides with a wide tail at the back.

It was orange. Not ginger or copper or even carroty. It was neon, I'm-not-sure-that-color-exists-in-nature orange.

Her cardigan almost matched.

... uh, good for her?

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That reminded me of some epic hair I saw a few months ago. We were in the pet store, buying a new coat for the dalmatian, and I saw a young bloke, tall, thin, with the most amazing bird's nest of hair I've ever seen. EAT YOUR HEART OUT, MIKEYWAY. If Mikey's ever managed that level of bird's nest, I haven't seen the picture.

I just glanced at him at first (we were almost finished) and then I had to take a second look because I wasn't sure what I'd just seen. And no, it wasn't just really messy hair, it was the kind of volume and deliberate tangling that could only be created by considerable backcombing and applications of hairspray.

I really wanted to get a longer look but it seemed like bad form to stare, particularly since the guy was an employee.

I'm trying to imagine washing and detangling that would be required with that and just ... no. *shudders*