I cut in bangs, completely forgetting it wasn’t so long ago that I had them before…

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“When you were a kid, did you ever have a flash image of who you would/might be one day? Not quite a plan, but more a premonition? In mine, I had bangs. 2016 sucked but 2017? It might just be the year that everything changes and in the meanwhile, fall right into place.”

Post-wedding hair meant that I had very long, natural brown hair with barely a layer cut in. Too lazy to make a post wedding haircut I left it growing until it was so long and unmanageable that I had taken to wrapping it thousands of times around itself into a bun.

Finally four months later on a whim I made an appointment with a hairdresser, I was at least getting a trim. Something however, made me think about a fringe.

When I was a lot younger I had a vision of myself as an adult. In it I was striding towards the post box (of all things) in my hometown of Hitchin. That part of the vision is more than likely attributed to my mother. The amount of times I came into town to see my mum on a post office/bank run is unreal. However, when I saw myself I was wearing a dark trouser/pant suit (I don’t see that particular look in my future) but I had long, straight hair and a fringe/bangs.

I don’t know why but after 2016 and the four episodes of Gilmore Girls: A year in the life, I felt almost as if it was time to bring that vision of myself to life. As a kid I kept that vision as a placeholder of who I would eventually become. As you can guess it said nothing about what I would do or who I am in the slightest just that that person would be content and happy and so, if 2017 should achieve just one thing its that we should all be happy.

So I cut a fringe in and so far, I couldn’t be happier that I did.

And I Go Back To Black . . .

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Black Sweater: Dorothy Perkins, Grey T-Shirt: H&M, Maxi Skirt: Primarni, Shoes: New Look, Clutch Bag: Accessorize, Lightening Bolt Necklace: Accessorize

So theres only so much colour I can take obviously, I mean I went back to work today! Everyone knows office peeps in London-town only wear black, or grey but I did wear a bright pink scarf so i was pretty Jazzy for the big town today.

Also my apologies for the crazy hair, it was misty out and my hair really didn’t like it. Also I’ve got roots! I’ve tried hiding them, but honestly were getting to that stage now when you can see them, see them, if only I wasn’t so petrified of maidstone hairdressers then it all be ok.

Regardless I’ve never really been one of those girls, you know, the regular ones who get their colour done every six weeks. No I was the sixteen year old who cut a dread lock and knots out of my hair because I forgot to comb my hair for a year. I mean i learnt to comb my hair on a daily basis now i’ve just got to get over hairdresser fright . . .

Jessx