Since today is Valentine’s Day, it seems the appropriate time for an update on my hubby and that hair…
Steve is my friend; the rock that I lean on (& sometimes trip over!) and my (at the moment, long – for him – haired) lover. He’s decided that he’ll probably never get another chance to grow it and he’s also talking about dyeing it. What d’you think, could he be approaching 50 & working up a mid-life crisis? Nah! Never!? (Much!)
Here, in a crafty moment – you can see the curly mop developing. I mean, he’s using products & everything! Yep – shampoo (where once shower gel was enough for the barely-there shaved fluff); gel & mousse have somewhere to go on his head now as he experiements with styles! I KNOW, I should have taken photos of same – Doh!
Compared to Blazo (below) he still has a way to go. I’m interested to see when long enough is enough…
Anyway – I love all the hairs on his head no matter how long or short!
In case you’re wondering – no, I didn’t get a Valentine’s card. But I did get to sleep in until 9.30am and he cleaned the cooker. Did we spend a romantic day with massages & candles & tussles under the duvet? Nope – we worked on the land digging mud, shifting stone & re-building terrace walls. Here’s a pic of the stairs nearly filled in with mud. Yeah! (Also, Steve’s hair is long enough here to show the grey!)
And the newly renovated stone wall is like our love – solid as a rock!
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