Poor Ginger, I wish she got there first with the business idea, but I’m awful glad she created this tutorial
I always hit a wall where my hair doesn’t look right and I want Wagon Wheels, NOW! Where I have little creative explosions around the house and where every person in a 2 metre radius annoys the living crap out of me. It happens once a month and do you think I realise why? Never. Never ever in fact. I spend most of that week wondering what on EARTH is wrong with everyone, and am I the ONLY SANE person on the planet? It’s only when SH waves a Wagon Wheel at me before saying ‘Hello’ that it usually clicks. Well, actually it’s when he tells me he ‘got the Wagon Wheels because I seemed like I needed one’, that it clicks.
Thankyou, Ginger. Now, I’m going to know it’s coming and prepare. Preferably by having my tracksuit pants clean and waiting, with a nice bottle of Sherry and some Wagon Wheels. On a desert island. Of course.