Well my dear triffids… it seems poor Helen is desperate for the fame of days gone past.
Over the last few weeks the class have been shocked, scared and amazed at the pure naivety of our friend Helen. Here’s the story…
four weeks earlier.. Life drawing session #2.
The class had settled in and were awaiting the model so as to begin the life drawing class. There was a buzz in the air, It was so nice to get away from the computers.
with the arrival of the model so near, every time the door opened they looked, unfortunately for the retinas of the class, they all looked one too many times.
Waddling down the hall as fast as her short, stubby legs would carry her. An excitable Helen rushed to get to the room where the life drawing class was being held before it started, now she wasn’t to partake in the class today, and still no-one knows exactly why she showed up.. But nonetheless she did.
Helen could feel the excitement bubbling up inside her as she approached the door. She burst in with a huge beaming smile on her face, scuffed her way up to the tutor, and said something. We don’t know what she said, because every single eye in the room was glued to helens head..
OMFG she had gone blonde… well some variation of going from dark to blonde and ending up with a nasty sort of gingery colour.
Every single student in the room was speechless, Had she finally gone fully insane? Was she being initiated into a new Wikken/Jedi Cult.. Or did she honestly think she looked awesome??
Well, The Head went through a couple more stages of Nasty gingery/white/black colours, and each day Helen was stoked to be different and exciting. Rooms were abuzz with chitchat when she entered once again , Life was good.
Fast forward two weeks..
Helen began to realise that although everyone was chittering when she was in the room, No one was actually interested in how, why, or when she had had her hair done.. Oh No!
What if she looses this attention also? She no longer has the power of wisdom.. what if she lost the power of trend-setting too??
Helen spiraled back into the black abyss of panic and fear. She had to change it up again and Quick!
The next day she Waddled down the hall as fast as her short, stubby legs would carry her. An excitable Helen rushed to get to class, This would be the day she FINALLY caused a stir and people would want to know her, be her friend, and ultimately BE HER!
Helen bounded into the room, Head held high, Giant Grin on her face!
The Head was now Pitch Black!
Whispers and Snickers travelled around the room faster than ever before.
Why?, Who?, Where?, How?, What?
And once again my dear little triffids Helen has thrown a curve ball, Has she honestly gone insane, Or is she really experimenting in combining Wikken and Jedi business..??
Whatever it is/was/could be, I tried my hardest to gather photographic evidence of the Gingery Stages. But we missed our chance, So I Promise to get the last installment of The Head, and pray that this is where it ends..
Goodnight my dear Lil Triffids.