Mousey.

Right - the Western economy is going down the toilet. House prices are tumbling like crazy. There is no end to the climate change crisis, and the credit crunch is diminishing everyone's hopes and dreams.

And what am I obsessing about?

My bloody hair.

I wish it didn't have to be like this. I feel like such an idiot being so obsessed with something so inconsequential. But it took a bad colour job for me to realise exactly how much my personal identity is wrapped up with the big mane on the top of my head.

I should explain for those who don't know me in the offline world - I've got really big hair. It's like a horse's mane. It's long and incredibly thick and naturally wavy/frizzy. Controlling it has always been a challenge. Right now to get it how I like it I straighten it first and then curl it again (!). I've tried shorter styles but then I just turn into a giant trianglehead.

For all my life my hair has been long and either a) blonde or b) red. And dramatically so. I'm the one with the big hair bright hair, right?

And at this moment I've still got *big* hair. But it's big and MOUSEY. Which is the worst thing ever - because if you take my big pretty hair away, my second most distinguishing characteristic is my big nose. Aaaack! So right now if you run into me on the street you'll see a massive swoop of mousey brown hair and a giant schnozz.

I've got another five days of this before I return to either big blonde or big red. I'd like to be able to tell you that I've learned a lesson about the fact that true beauty comes from within or something like that (or the lesson that people don't really notice that much). But unfortunately I've just reinforced my suspicions that I care more about my look than I'd honestly like to.

BTW - what do you prefer? Red or blonde??