At my office's holiday party in January someone took this photo of the back of my head. She was fascinated with my hair.
It wasn't my hair.
Well, actually, it was my hair because I paid for it, but it didn't grow naturally out of my head.
I started to chastise her for something -- not seriously chastise mind you, but in that party-going, too-too way one does when there is alcohol being served (I can't remember what for, either, some remark or something) -- and just as I was making a disapproving "mou" with my mouth, the little stinker snapped another photo.
I was disappointed my hair was getting so much attention because -- besides the fact that I felt so unphotogenic -- what I really wanted to get noticed was my armadillo handbag.
(In answer to your question, I will quote Mary Poppins: "made of." You can only just see the strap over my shoulder in the photos.)
Oh, well. I suppose there will be other parties.