Guys, guys, I'm back! Did you miss me? Even notice I disappeared for a bit? I'm sure you did! ;) While I was away getting my luuurveee on I had a significant incease in spam messages. L took that to mean that I'm internet famous now. I disagree and think it's simply a sign that I need to add one of those annoying, "what words and numbers are in the above field," thingies. I will probably do so, but only if you promise to still comment. Please? I'm rather fickle and when I feel like I'm talking to myself I get discouraged. The reason this blog was created was so I wouldn't feel so gosh darn lonely! Keep me company, folks.
Anyway, onto what I'm actually here to talk about- my hair. Bien sûr! As one of the quite feminine ladies in the lesbian club my hair and I are constantly on a war path with each other. It hates me and I'm not sure how I feel about it. I mean, sure, right now, running my hands through it makes me all giddy with excitement because oh boy, it's soft! It just feels so genuinely nice. And if I want to whack some braids in there it even looks kinda funky! And, let's not forget that I have one of those full on fringes. It's great, I can hide my eyebrows behind it when I've been lazy with them!
|That's me! Yesterday! In the elevator!|
None the less I have had an obsession with a certain pixie cut ever since I saw Audrey Hepburn in Roman Holiday. She starts out as a boring (yea, right!) princess with long locks and transforms herself into the little gamine beauty we know and love via a haircut. Taaadaaa! Thus I have had many short hair cuts ranging from the little bit gay (anything asymmetrical, really) to plain old cute and funky (the before mentioned Audrey crop).
With the likes of Ginnifer Goodwin, Emma Watson and Michelle Williams sporting this amazing do once again, I am, of course, feeling inspired. I'm yearning to get into that chair where the magic happens! I wanna be a little pixie again, balancing through life on a whim!
|The flawless Michelle Williams|
In come the nay sayers, my mother hates the idea as she loves all the fun I have pin curling my hair. L is terrified we'll end up merging. And I'm terrified of looking like a lesbian. Yep, that's right. Hypocrite! On the one hand I want to be recognised as one of you guys and then in the same thought I'm terrified of looking vaguely butch. As soon as the locks come off I stop leaving the house without make up on. It's a very thin line between glowing Anne Hathaway at the Oscars and starving Fantine in the streets!
|A rather blurry photo of me, age 16!|
p.s. I'm totally aware that both butch and femme are more than a haircut an more than just clothing.