Let's get this show on the road... I am about to leave for another rehearsal of 'I Hate Hamlet'. But there's just time for a quickie. I want to talk HAIR.
The first thing I do, when I get there, is put on my hair. See, I'm playing Deirdre. Andy Rally's virgin girlfriend. Who has a thing about knights in shining armour, Shakespeare, lace, Laura Ashley and, as it turns out, having long hair.
Getting cast as a virgin was weird enough. But getting cast as someone who has long locks when you yourself sport a post-feminist pixie cut you know, in your heart of hearts, you will never have the patience to grow out... well, one panics.
This is where the internet lends a helping hand. Youtube is full of videos on "how to attach clip-in extensions to short hair". And there are several places you can order hair. I did just that. My hairdresser told me which colour code to go for. I settled on getting something natural looking: actual human hair. Remy means it's been sown into these clip-in strips the right way round, so all the hair follicles face downward, the same way, and you can comb it like real hair and it shouldn't tangle.
So this is what I've got:
I try not to think about the fact that it's someone's actual hair. Someone sold it. Probably for a good reason. Or someone died. I really don't want to think about that. But the colour matches my hair perfectly. And I'm getting used to wearing it. It's part of Deirdre. Like unicorns and poutpourri and sugar and spice and all things nice...