Spring. It's officially the first day of Spring. I've already seen my first lamb (being feed in the middle of the footpath in Brunswick no less). I love lambs, their innocence, playfulness, love and dependency. Most of all I love their texture. The texture of soft young wool. It curls in beautiful ringlets around their ears. The colours; rich rich chocolates and delicate creams. What I'm thinking about here is hair. That soft almost crunchy, matte and dry, crimped, curly and corkscrew, messy hair look. That's the look I will be wearing this spring.
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