For sketching that is... not so much my hair, which has given me angst since the time in Kindergarten 1 when we were having our first school photos taken and the teacher tossed her brush in despair after attempts to neaten my flyaway locks. Though I did get a pretty good haircut, considering, on this visit to the hairdresser, where I used the time with foil and potions in my hair to sketch the heads around me. Lebo, my stylist knew I was sketching the girl next to me with her shining, lustrous mane, from her reflection in the mirror, but was so engrossed in what she was doing, didn't notice me drawing her too, superimposed on the other sketch.
After turning the page to start on something else, she asked if I could draw her and I showed her that I'd done so already (top left). She was surprised and thrilled and had to show it everyone in the salon! The sketch on the left was done out of the corner of my eye while hovering awkwardly backwards over the basin.
Later at home my daughter popped in to show us her new 'do' - she'd described it as mostly chopped off and cherry-red, but there is still plenty of hair left and I'd describe it more as a deep burgundy, which I tried to render with burnt sienna, alizarin crimson and sepia.
I'm starting my big drawing/painting course tomorrow - have done lots of preparation and am expecting a hard week's work.