I’ve noticed as I’m gradually being ravaged by time, my appearance is somewhat different to how it used to be.
I’ve not had my hair cut, or even trimmed, for at least a year now, which is no mean feat for someone who has hair such as I.
Long time visitors to this blog will be aware that my hair has a mind of its own. Each hair, that is. One will go this way, and another that, and within a short period of time I start to look like a poodle who’s spent too long in a warm damp place.
Now that it is long enough to cascade over my shoulders, I really think it’s time to do something about it.
So, I looked in the mirror earlier this evening.
I reached for my brush, and started to see if I could do something, anything, to neaten the mop which was deliberately trying to hide my face. With great difficulty, I brushed, and generated enough static electricity that ought to be able to power Wales for the next decade.
When I saw my face, I realised why my hair was so determined to hide it.
Back when I was a teenager, in the Middle Ages, I was a right spotty oik. My spots had spots, and their spots had spots as well. It was awful. One day, I had so many spots in one place on my cheek, they merged into one massive spot.
Thankfully, my skin adapted and eventually those spots disappeared.
They came back occasionally, but didn’t stay around for long, and, being honest didn’t look too bad.
Today, they’re back once again. With gusto.
One on each cheek, and one on the end of my nose.
The skin around all three is tender and reddened, and my cheeks were also flushed from a combination of the energy used in brushing, and the energy created in electricity.
With hair standing on end on the top of my head, and desperately poking out from behind my ears in all directions, I suddenly realised just how different my appearance was.
I now look like a gnome.
A tall, beardless gnome with bad hair.
Sigh.
So, I need to change my appearance yet again, and get my mop chopped at the earliest possible convenience… and it can’t come soon enough.
To celebrate my dramatic change in appearance, I’ve tweaked my blog’s theme slightly, going from the early 2011 model to the bang up to date 2014 model. How long it will last, like my dashing gnomely appearance, all depends.
If I get used to it, I’ll keep it for a while… I feel like I’m all squashed over to the left at the moment, but we’ll see. I’m usually over to the right, so a change is as good as a rest.
Unless you start to look like a gnome when it really isn’t.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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