It’s only hair but I like it…

So to the thorny issue of hair.

I chopped all my hair off aged 21. It was part of something bigger. It was a statement, but it suited me and I was happy with not having to fuss with it too much. I’ve been very happy until recently. For a while I’d started to feel like it just wasn’t quite ‘working’ for me anymore. I’d loved it but I wanted to do other things. I wanted hair again. Big Hair. Victory rolls, curls, swingy bits.

So I’ve gone, ever so slowly, from this:

Short hair

To this (make up and hairstyle for a show I was in – don’t usually wear that much blusher!:

pink mohawk

To this (apologies):

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And today, for the first time in ages, I’m actually dying it. I’m proud of my hair. I like the way it feels. It’s gone through many annoying, kinky, wavy stages, but it’s finally getting to the point where I can do things with it. Only, as I was gathering it and twisting it in the mirror the other day, I noticed how grey it was around my temples. Hmmm. Darn.

So here’s a before shot:

before

And I’ll be back with an after‚ĶUnless it’s a disaster!

In the meantime, can you start giving me some suitably vintage hairstyle to practise with my length of hair?

It is with soggy shoulders I say:

It’s only vintage but I like it…

It’s only a dress but I like it…

So it all started for me with a dress.

I didn’t wear dresses for many a year. I was quite fat. Then I was sad and I got really fat. Then I was single and started eating less and moving more and I was less fat. And I learned to be proud of my curves and I learned that attraction is a strange thing and that I wasn’t as unattractive as I’d thought. In fact, this dating lark proved to be quite good fun and quite a boost to my ego.

So back to dresses.

My first dress was from Fat Face and it was a skater dress. One day I happened upon some snow unexpectedly and this happened:

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It’s not vintage I know but it’s a stepping stone. I loved it. I still love it. I still have it.

Now I am one of those cautious types (in some situations at least) and when I have a new phase or obsession I wait to see if it takes root before investing lots of money in it. That said, my first fit-and-flare style dress was this yellow bad boy and it was about 15 pounds from Matalan.

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I accessorised it with a coral scarf with a banana print. Love that scarf.

Since then my favourites have been these:

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Red spots from M&Co. Took a lot of guts to put this one on. It’s very snug around my waist and bust…

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This one was a cheapy one from eBay, it’s not vintage but the styling is – ¬†obviously.

The dresses are thing that really caught my imagination. I love the way they feel. I love the way they look. I love the comments I get. I love that fact no one else will be wearing them. Recently, I have taken my first dip into genuine vintage. It’s turquoise, it has roses on it and I think I’m in love. I bought it on ebay and it’s waiting for me back in the UK and I think about our first meeting everyday.

It is with a wistful heart I say:

It’s only vintage but I like it…

It’s only Vintage but I like it…

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Dress from Phase 8. Apologies for the selfie!

So here I am.

A curvy Welsh girl who has developed a penchant for all things old. Well, I think I always liked old stuff actually. I grew up in a house full of old things that seemed to be knocking about for no other reason than they were valued for their eccentricity.

It’s only recently I’ve become what I would term a ‘girly girl’. I started wearing dresses about 2 years ago. I started wearing lipstick 6 months ago. I wear low heels only. This blog is very much documenting my journey.

I’m Polly. I’m in my 30s. I’m currently a teacher in the Middle East but I come back to the UK in July. It is with a fluttering heart I say:

Its only vintage but I like it…