Oh, yes Sienna, one of my favourites!" she chirped. "now let me see, when can I fit Sienna in... hmmm (sounds of multiple pages flicking... flicking...flicking) the earliest I have is the thirteenth of January."
"Oh." Gulp. "Oh, yes, please book us in"
Since when has it been harder to have one's dog clipped than one's own hair, for heaven's sake? Though I'm obviously a bit dense, because I now recall it was the same story last year and still I haven't learnt about the importance of getting in way early... I'm telling you, looking for extra summertime income? get some clippers and put yourself out there grooming dogs. Around here at least, HUGE demand...
But in the meantime, Sienna is already panting and falling back on our morning constitutionals so immediate action is required. I've never clipped a dog before but am always up for a challenge and my overly-confident, can-do brain assured me seriously, how hard could this be? Armed myself with a medium sized pair of scissors (a mistake... now have blisters) and set to work. Like, hours later, simply smothered in dog fur (a daily outfit pic from yesterday would have been hilariously un-glamourous) and with a whole cushion sized bag of new blonde clippings in the bin, and below is pictured the newly coiffured Sienna. (here is the before-Sienna) You know the old saying from schooldays when someone had a haircut "Lost a fight with the lawnmower?" well in all honesty the poor pet looks a bit this way. Today my daughter's boyfriend stopped in his tracks, staring incredulously before inquiring "what happened to the dog?"
But hey, I did the best I could do. She was a very very good dog, lying so patiently while her inept mistress snipped snipped snipped away laboriously... There are no nicks. And there's no doubt she is a heaps livelier and happier dog with a renewed spring in her step.
Top; my own design, refashioned old pair of 3/4 linen pants seen first here
Skirt; Vogue 7303, lime printed cotton
Sandals; Anna, from MarieClaire shoes
Hat; Country Road