Grr, baby, very grr.

Just a quick sharement of oddity before I set to knitting the last ten rows of the last repeat of the lace stole.

Last week, I was playing with my hair, and reached a result that was very 1910s/pre-WWI. I thought it was tremendously cute, and so had to be photographed for posterity. The result is here. Don't I look very serious if not distraught? Boo hoo hoo, my love has left me, I'm stuck in a Tennyson poem, the trailing cypress fronds sweep over the walk. Obviously, the attempt to record my hair didn't pan out, but hey! Broodiness!

Note One: My neck looks really weird.

Note Two: I need to make something in navy blue, STAT. Mmm, flapper dress.

Note Three: My eye is yellow. YELLOW! ( Check out my close-up, Mr. DeMille. )

Normally, my eyes are very green. Very green*.

I have decided this means that I am turning into a werewolf. I've no idea what phase of the moon it is, or when I was bitten by a lycanthrope, but you can't argue with photographic proof. If I should start sprouting tons of fur, I advise you all to invest in Skintimates shave gel stock.

Here's hoping the international school of magic and wizardy I formerly taught at isn't raided tonight. If it isn't, I'll see you in the morning! If it is . . . well, drat.

Must find my tweedy armor.

*_{That's a link to a giant picture of my eye, by the way, so if you're freaked out by close-ups of eyeballs, you might want to avoid it.}