Another attempt at fitting sketching into my life. The hairdresser's. I've started colouring my own hair again, because they could not get the exact vibrant colour I wanted, but also because it all takes sooooo long.
Mind you, I was waiting nearly half an hour before the stylist was ready for me, even just for a cut. But I didn't mind. I had my sketchbook with me, and I drew what I could see in the mirror: me, my cup of green tea, another customer, and my hairdresser, both from the back and his reflection in the mirror.
I haven't taken a picture since my hair was cut, but here is the new colour. It makes me feel young again (don't look too closely)!