One of these days I might get around to writing about what I saw at the Sydney Writers' Festival and how it made me think big thoughts. In the meantime:
I TOTALLY HAD A DREAM I WAS BLONDE!
If you've had the displeasure of never having seen me, I have dark hair with extremely dark Frieda-Khalo-esque eyebrows. Me being blonde is just the most ridiculous idea ever. Apart from maybe dreadlocks, or me being a lawyer or similar. But in the dream, I was totally gorgeous! All my problems vanished, all my dreams had been fulfilled, and I was swanning about accepting huge literary prizes and shaking my blonde hair in total disbelief that this could be happening to me.
Blonde. Wow. Maybe my dreams are speaking to me. Peroxide anyone?