mercoledì 14 luglio 2010

New haircut, pincurls and a boyfriend

The last time I had bangs I was eight years old - no kidding.
You probably couldn't care less about it but - I assure you -, it was quite an important assumption to me.
I've always had a one-lenght cut, with super-straight, waist-long hair; quite boring, to say the truth. Last week, after realizing that the last time I had gone to a hairdresser's was in, uh, March 2009, and I could have easily won a competition for the best split ends, I decided to put an end to it - and I had my hair cut.
I went to the hairdresser, holding a sheet of paper - the diagram below - tight in my hand like a weapon, and I warned him not to deviate from it. Surprisingly - hairdressers never do exactly what you ask them to do; is a matter of principle - he followed it slavishly.
So, now, fourteen years later, I have bangs - and layered hair - again.

When I saw him cutting it, and four-inches long strands of hair falling in front of me, I honestly had a moment of panic - the "This-Is-The-Worst-Mistake-I've-Ever-Made" kind of thing - but I have to admit that, now that is done, I find it amazingly versatile.
I set my hair in pincurls for a night out, and the result pleased me a lot.
Here's me, makeup-less and glassy-eyed, with my bew haircut; and, just above, me in my vintage-inspired hairdo.

(Dress - gift; Bag - vintage 1950s, thrifted; Coral earrings, bracelet and necklace: vintage, thrifted; Hair flower - Ninetynine store)

Even my boyfriend liked the new cut, and greeted it with -- a bunch of her grandmother's roses! So cute!

venerdì 5 marzo 2010

Back to (blogger) life!

It's amazing how many things can happen in my life (that usually is a very non-interesting, eventless one) just when I am lacking my computer and I can't tell my blogger friends about it.
My dear pc, poor thing, has been, er, hospitalized for a long time, and now it's slowly recovering from the cybernetic version of the H1N1 virus, that nearly erased all of my files - pictures, music, texts, the whole shebang.

As soon as I will be able to recollect my photos and posts, I'll be reporting you about my twenty-second birthday - all bright sun, warm air, sandwiches and wooden seats on the lake shore -, and the snow that unexpectedly fell the day after; about the tickets for the antiques fair my mum won by entering a contest on the radio, and my first time at the circus; about my new sewing dummy and vintage red-and-white gingham apron, presents for my birthday, and my new-but-old job.
Ah, it's good to be back!