Hey! I bought a new glittery Daisy Duck print tshirt and I want to talk about it!
I'm bleach blonde now! (Or I will be until I get sick of my roots creeping in.) I cried for a solid ten minutes when I got home after this haircut, properly sobbing in the mirror. The hairdresser straightened it into a horrid, flat shape and I can't deal with my face when there isn't a mane sticking out from it, it brings back too many memories of middle/high school unhappiness. I could feel myself tightening up in the chair as she cut it too short and I had to wear my sunglasses walking home because I knew I was going to start crying (and I did). Strangely enough though, I really like it now! I can't tell if I was being melodramatic or having a disassociating panic attack, but I cried in my housemate's room whilst two of them (both blonde) told me how nice it was, something I normally would never, ever do. I don't know why I'm writing this out other than to tell you that I guess I'm growing? Generally I hate to involve other people in my emotions, but I'm becoming looser now and more ready to let people in. Also, my does actually look pretty cute, I think. I went out that night and a stranger came over to me in the toilets to say I looked like Marilyn Monroe - a blatant lie designed to make me let her skip the queue, but obviously I am ridiculously shallow and it worked.
My outfit is entirely from Asos today. This seems so strange to me; I never would have bothered to post an outfit that was entirely high street a couple of years ago, because I had this weird feeling that that wasn't me, that I couldn't truly be posting/wearing something that was entirely myself if other people could buy it too. Which is very awkward and snobbish, and I'm trying to relax out of this now. However, I do have this vision in my mind of the ideal pair of pink denim vintage shorts that would go best with this shirt, so maybe I'm not over that weird snobbery just yet.
I thought all the photos I took of this outfit were really boring, so I made these unbelievably dreadful, funny collage pictures (that actually took an embarrassingly long time, because technology will never be my thing). I kind of felt that a print so unashamedly cheesy - because it is, and I love it for that and myself for choosing it because I never would have a few years ago - needed to be shown in a light hearted, ridiculous way. Moving forward, moving forward.
So tacky, so awful! So not sorry.
I am so into crop tops these days, so into them. I bought two plain ones in lilac and blue a couple of weeks ago and when I tried them on it truly felt like I was being awakened. Settling into my narcissistic skin a bit more, I think.
Goodbye from me and Daisy, see you soon.
(file under: pretentious ramblings about hair, clothes and identity).