A Blonde Bomb.

I’ve been a little reluctant to do a hair post this time round for no apparent reason but thankfully, the ardent readers gave me a bit of a push. So here goes…
I did my current hair around the early days of May and been traipsing up and about with it for a month. I did it because I wondered if blonde would suit me like it does mum. Blonde hair is her thing on account of her complexion. I wanted something out of the norm from what I usually do and she had a blonde new weave lying around. If it hadn’t been for the weave lying around, I doubt I’d have gone and bought something blonde.
For one reason or another, there has been a mixed set of reactions. Most people think I bleached my hair, for some it is my natural hair color whilst others think I am sick with something that turned my hair to this. LOL. I have been having a jolly good time with the reactions and comments. The best comment so far has been from my friends and family. Suddenly, everyone is saying how much I look like my mother with the blonde hair. I don’t have to go around saying what body part of mine is hers anymore since the resemblance now is uncanny? The general consensus has been that I look damn fantastic as a blonde.

I love being a blonde. I think at some point in our lives we should get out of the box of what we’re used to and experience something new, You never know how it is going to turn out, It might be good or bad, but, no matter the reception or what others think, deep down you know you did it for YOU and you like it.
Aside from all that, I got these fabulous hair accessories from aunt and sister as birthday pressies and I am absolutely looking forward to changing my hair for them. I think braids would work and show them to maximum effect but on the other hand, I might not do something as tiresome as braids for I love the simplicity of getting a weave without sitting for 6 hours. The current hair trend of long braids looks too damn good not to try though.

Hair today Gone Tomorrow.

Before I had the insurmountable urge to cut my hair, I had gotten a weave on which lasted for only three weeks. Not that it was a bad weave, no. I was simply tired of everything that had to do with hair on my head. Imagine doing your hair for just three weeks then removing it. I always thought of it as a practice for the rich ladies and well, those in television…they can all afford it.

New Look.

If you happen to be an avid reader of my little bits and pieces, you’ll remember that I cut my back hair myself the time I first coloured it into my own version of a Dianna Agron inspired bob. I tried to maintain it despite the growth and what not. So, the last time I visited the Salon, I had all of it evened out and made shorter some more. My front hair is as short as the back and sides. Yes, no more side swept bangs or fringe which make my signature hair. I can still do it but it isn’t as long to look so fantastic like here.

Signature bangs

The upside of cutting it is; everyone tells me it has body now and looks fuller unlike before -this coming from me is strange because I am fond of telling my friends and aunt with really long hair how they’ll one day wake up and miss it when it fails to grow back! due to all the cutting. I have really straight and thin hair. The kind that makes you look bold when wet. I miss the fabulous bangs I would curl it into but not the length.

Ps: When you look at the ends of the first picture you'll notice how really short it is, even the signature bangs don't turn out as good like in the second picture.