Hubris

A foolish and pitiful child it is that hears its mothers warning, ignores it, is burnt by the fire and then turns its anger towards the mother.

Every man or woman who has risen to the ranks of history's eminent; Tolstoy, Augustus, Dickens, Catherine the Great, Boudicea, Churchill, Hitler, Shakespeare, whether benevolent or malevolent, they are but dust now. Yes, influence had they and power unadulterated but when faced with eternity, what conqueror dare speak? What playwright or poet or monarch, leader or tyrant, dare to speculate?
Hubris; what poison.

Ruinous decisions

So, ever since I was a wee little thing, I've been a blonde. I was whitest of white blonde when a toddler, and then right up until I was 20, I was still quite light-headed (haha) au naturale. I then decided to linger in my natural blondeness for my wedding, as I figured my natural colour would never 'date' and look awkwardly 'trendy' when viewed from 10 years distance. So, with the wedding all done, I was on the quest for a truly awesome peroxide white blonde look, ala Gwen Stefani, Marilyn Monroe, and numerous gorgeous fashion blog girls with impossibly white hair. I surmised that since I love my red lippie and liquid black eyeliner, it would the best look to experiment with!

So, a year and a half later, and amounts of money I do not even want to consider, I achieved the zenith of my quest; white blonde hair from tip to root, and relatively healthy too - considering the amount of bleach I had had subjected my poor follicles to.

You see, I'm quite 'safe' when it comes to hair length, due to a terrible short-hair experience in Year 8, so it is never shorter than shoulder blade length. And although I love to have fun with my wardrobe, because of my job, I can't be as adventurous as I'd like - so naturally, hair colour is my thing; the one aspect I can go crazy with and experiment with to my heart's content. And that is what I have done, but now suspect it was to no avail. For what is cool hair colour when the hair it sits upon is ruined?!

Two months ago, sick of the upkeep that goes along with white blonde hair (the roots, the toner, the treatments) I decided to swing in the opposite direction and do something spontaneous and head-turning; for the first time in my life, I became a brunette! Well, a half brunette anyway, as I went dark brown on top and then midway, the hair started to 'fade out' to an ashy blonde, ala Alice Dellal, albeit less grunge-y.

The process of getting the fade out was expensive and quite stressful for my hair, as they had to tease sections up and then colour the remainder of the section and so on. Fast forward a few weeks and I, fickle as always, wanted the blonde to now be red, it just wasn't workin' for me! But alas, no funds and no way was I going to convince hubby that I needed another roll of cash for another hair change (can't blame the guy!)

So imagine my surprise when a chance encounter with a friend of a friend afforded me the opportunity to get the blonde dyed red, for FREE, for a hair competition! Yay! All went well, the red looked great until.......dum dum dummmmmmm! ( Cue heavy piano chords )

The hairstyle for the photo shoot required masses of teasing, crimping, hairspray and more hairspray; end result? Broken hair all around the crown of my head, back of the neck and near the ears, meaning when my hair is left down, it looks quite thin and lacking the fullness I had before. The red started fading a few days later, and my hair is now positively dry and brittle. Nowhere near the grossness of some girls' who have straw-like locks, but bad enough when compared with my hair beforehand. I'm shattered and too embarassed to admit it to many people. The red is now more of a coppery-orange, which in itself is okay, but now I want to salvage my hair and cut a significant amount off and dye it all the one colour, a nice red/orange hue. If only, if only, if only.

What should I do? Chop? Keep soaking it in treatments?

I eventually do want to go back to my 'natural state' and be a blonde, and I'm convinced now it's really 'me' and so much easier, and the orangey/red hair is one step closer to that.

Holidayyy

Golly Gosh

My, my, my....I have been a terrible, terrible blogger. Can I still call myself that, considering it's been almost TWO MONTHS since my last post?!

Excuse Numero Uno: Camera cord lost, cannot upload awesome photos.
Excuse Numero Dos: Start of new school year = new classes that have bowled me over in terms of behaviour/curriculum
Excuse Numero Tres: Complete lack of time management skills.

Meanwhile, I cannot WAIT for winter! So excited about boots and jackets and dresses and being able to dress without worrying "hrm, will this shirt show up sweat patches?" sorry if that's TMI, but seriously....bring on the cold!

45 degrees and style = very hard to do

Ugh. I hate summer! I know, I know, I hear the gasps of disbelief but I'm sorry, it does not encourage outfit creativity in me, and that alone is enough to make me shake my fists at the blazing sun!
Although I will qualify that by saying I do love those balmy summer nights at the beach or strolling around with friends at a cafe districts in the warm breeze, but in general, Melbourne's extreme heat at this time of year equals unoriginal and boring outfits. Give me winter any day, where the layers can be as simple or complex as you wish, but not summer, where anything more than a loose, short dress or singlet and shorts is too much. Not to mention the hair!
Is it just me, or does summer also equal boring ponytails or quick buns on top of the head?
I have so many pieces in my wardrobe that do not lend themselves to above 35 degree heat, and perhaps I should seek to rectify that in future. Hrm. Food for thought.




On another note, I recently (at Christmas?) bought the cutest little floral bustier.....loves it! However, talk about a cleavage alert! I can't wait for winter to be able to layer on top of some singlets ala Fashion Toast. Sorry about the crap photo where you can't actually see the bustier, all other photos were much too 'busty'...ha. ha. ha

Beauty

Mystery girl from The Sart's blog
Sophia Loren

Sophia Loren

Isabella Rossellini

Ingrid Bergman

First post 2010

Life in this new decade, in the realm of fashion anyway, is off to an auspicious and blessed start because I have acquired today some lovely earrings, shoes, and leather jacket, all for under $30! I need to stock up somethin' serious because once I'm back at work, I just know that early Sunday mornings such as today will be unthinkable. Despite having had a late night, I awoke at the crack of dawn to head off to Camberwell market with sister dearest and walked away much poorer in money, yet richer in possessions. Sister and I also saw the most amazing shoes today....stacked platform, navy blue, PVC, and cut out at the back. My description just doesn't do them justice.
Meanwhile, ever since seeing them on another blog, I am dying for a pair of nude Gorman clogs....sounds 'ugh' but just divine! I am pretty sure they would match every single item in my wardrobe.
Enough of this banter, photo time!

Last night

Unashamed poser
Love them!
Perhaps ugly to some, but insanely comfortable and they're not black! I like the edge they give most outfits, I love me some contrast.

Cute earrings