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):

faces

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…Unless 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…

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