Monday, July 23, 2007

House Head


Check it out. I call the Opera House The Opera Home because these days I am either Faux Chefing there or seeing theatre there to review, then The Dreaded One comes home with this so that if we wake spooning, I have a fluro pink image of The Opera Home burned into my eyes. Fucking sensational.

8 comments:

Kathryn said...

Wow! That is bloody fantastic. Her hair is so colourful, like a box of dayglo crayons. I love it.

EmmaK said...

That is so cool. She must be an amazing gal.

meva said...

Well, I know someone who clearly won't be getting lost in the snow. That is amazing. Just don't wake up with a hangover.

Lee B. said...

You and every stranger in the street with a camera, Kat. The amount of times we've been stopped in the street and I've been asked to stand to the side so that The Dreaded One can have her photo taken...

She is, Emma. And she has amaaaaaazingly high standards in the guy she hangs out with a lot.

Good point Meva - not a good idea to open your eyes when hungover to something marginally brighter than your own bloodshot eyes... ooh, head hurts, open eyes... BAARGH! PINK AND POINTY SHAPES AT CLOSE RANGE!

Margarita Milonguita said...

Very cute but the front view is way cuter...

Lee B. said...

Tell me about it.

Guyana-Gyal said...

Were your ears burning on Sunday morning? I was telling my boyfriend about you, how well you write, how funny you are, how you love your girlfriend, and I was describing those locks.

Quick said...

No, GG, but my face is blushing now.