then...and now

that was then...

this is now...

despite the trembles as the lady with the scissors approached, it all went rather well. i didn't cry, mostly because i didn't watch as my hair fell to the floor in giant clumps, choosing instead to stare at my chipped nails that i still haven't got round to painting. but when i did finally find the courage to peep, the tears i thought would inevitably spring forth, decided to take a rain check. 

and i must say, it was nice to feel the sun on my face today and flick my hair about like i was advertising some organic shampoo. 

i am a happy bunny. 

it is time

so, the time has come for The Hair Cut. and i don't mean a simple 'trim', or 'tidy-up', i'm talking about the whole hog, the entire gooseberry, the one and only trek into oblivion. for the past few months i have felt that a change was on the way, i little feeling of unsettlement that wouldn't go away. it didn't matter what i did, how i tried hopelessly to style it, or how many grips i shoved into it, colours came and went, but ultimately they all faded, and i was left with the same mass or brown on my head and a slightly annoyed expression on my face. 
for the last 5 years i have avoided hairdressers, actually thats not entirely true, i haven't so much avoided them as i have just simply forgotten about them. the first 2 years was me avoiding, the next year was me too scared to go because i'd left it so long i knew they'd tut and roll their eyes and it makes me anxious when people do that, so my hair went uncut, apart from the times when i marched into my tiny bathroom, armed with scissors and more determination than i felt towards my future career and attacked my split ends. the last 2 years have been dedicated to growing it and not caring about all the hairdressers all over the world that shuddered every time i hairsprayed and tugged the matted mess into submission. 
so now this is what it has come to, this is where i stand, on the brink of 6 inches being chopped off.
so now the real question is....to fringe or not to fringe?
stay tuned...

bye bye summer

so, after briefly jumping in and giving us a dance, Summer has decided that it's feet are aching already, it's voice is scratchy and it's still feeling hungover from last year. it doesn't matter that we all bought our tickets months ago and that we've been in the all standing section for ages, clutching our water bottles hoping and bitting our finger nails, waiting for it to make it's appearence. remember how happy we all were? filled with nervous excitment, and then that momment when eventually, somebody saw the curtain twitch, 'its here!' they yelled, and we all started applauding, cheering and throwing our underwear into the sky. looking back we really should of known, shouldn't we? i mean, it does this every year. yet still we remain faithful to the end, the one season we hold our breath for, the one season that will never be removed from our ipods, we'd have it on loop if we could. but still, it has gone, sulked off backstage for a foot rub and a shot of tequlia, we're not even invited to the afterparty.