Freya wannabe

4:09pm Wednesday 16th July 2008

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It occurred to me today that I have been rather taking advantage of Freya’s products and image, and have subconsciously been morphing into my own baby daughter.

It was Joe who originally drew my attention to this by saying things like: ‘Is that Freya’s pink hair slide you’re wearing in your hair?’ and ‘What is Freya’s shampoo doing in our bathroom?’ and ‘Freya seems to be getting through this Ready Brek at an alarming rate’. Each time I had to answer these questions, I felt myself getting a little more embarrassed.

The other day I returned home from the hairdressers, having just had a new hair-cut. I looked at Freya, and then I looked at myself, and realised we were both donning very similar hair styles – a style that Freya pulls off so effortlessly and beautifully (and happens to be just the way her hair has grown naturally), but makes me look ridiculous.

I do secretly have a lot of admiration for Freya though: her glossy blonde locks, her soft velvety skin, her vivid blue eyes, her long slender fingers and toes, her wonderfully tender yet wry renditions of Bach’s Toccata and Fugue…

Anyway Joe has pointed out that this has got to stop before Freya is old enough to be aware of what I am doing. She would be pretty annoyed about having a carbon copy excuse for a mother, and would probably want to disown me from the age of two, instead of the usual mother-disowning age of twelve.