I have just given myself a fringe.
'Zut alors!' I hear you cry, 'What have you done to yourself!?'
And with kitchen scissors as well, might I add (for that is all we have
in my house, having misplaced both first aid kits and penknives)
'Well you should have seen my last effort,' I reply, hiding all
photos and evidence of the last attempt at fringe-making 'that should
have been enough to scare me from scissoring my hair for life!'
And yet, what do you know? It turned out quite perfectly tonight - very rock chick in my humble opinion
Oh shit I took the squash out my bag. Wait - that sounds like I carry vegetables round with me....