Crem - I have, at various times, taken at least six of those pictures to the hairdresser. My problem is that I never know if I want it shorter or longer. And the biggest problem, I have realised, is that my face no longer looks as young as those of the models. So strangely, I never look quite like the photo... 
I also veer between loving cooking and hating it, and I do it most nights. I've resorted to a lot of non-cooking cooking - smearing chicken with jerk seasoning and shoving it in the fridge with potato wedges and opening a bag of salad. Ditto salmon and halloumi, without the jerk. I have also told DH that he MUST do more cooking. He has huffily rustled up a couple of curries recently, one of which was tasteless.
I am with Stropps on boredom. I go through phases of this, which is quite worrying, as I often end up going completely off the rails for a bit, and what might have been amusing behaviour in a thirtysomething looks like mad old woman in your fifties.
I bought some bright pink toilet paper for the DDs' bathroom. Cue DD1 shrieking in the night as she thought her bottom was bleeding. Clearly we need a glow in the dark loo so she can see what she is doing.
Quite tempted to get the laser disco lights out to liven things up, but they send the cat a bit mental.