HAPPY FRIDAY #28
Happy Friday!
Say, the first thing I thought when I put these pictures together was, "Bouah! All this hair!" Ladies, it's time to talk about my hair. I can tell you without any shame whatsoever that my hair kind of rules my life, and there have been times when I've tried to impose my vision on it and it's been a tragedy. I'm thinking of THE time when, after a painful break-up, I grabbed a pair of scissors and cut my hair like a Frida Kahlo ( Salma Hayek ) or an Ediath Piaf ( Marion Cotillard ). You can see the scene... I'm thinking of the moment that followed, hidden under a bonnet in May and with the presence of Justine B. ( always there to set up a crisis cell) where we went to the hairdresser who said to me? "Heu darling you've been dumped or what?" "almost" And I'm thinking of the moment of semi grace, when I raised my head with a little short cut not bad at all with a big lock. I could have just let it grow back, but my double hair was screwing things up. So I think back to the day I invited my girlfriend Coline B. to come and bleach my hair at home in platinum blonde (2 times in a row, 2 weeks apart, that's 4 monoprix bleaches, but I'm speeding things up a bit...). I think back to my hair that wouldn't dry (it was limp) and being limp and having cotton hair isn't glam... And I think back to the day when the manager of the high-end boutique where I worked told me: "your limp short platinum blond hair and black roots scare customers, do something about it....". So, in a rage, I recolored my hair (all by myself, movida and I) in my bathtub. So far, so good - my hair is green, but it's fine - I rinsed, I untangled and my infamous large strand remained in my comb, literally. I think back to the moment when I ran to the hairdresser to save the furniture, and he told me "you have to amputate... you have to cut it all off at the roots". I think back to the moment when I get home and my sister and her husband are already sitting on the sofa waiting for me. Justine B.(she climbs crisis cells faster than a speeding bullet). I think back to the moment when I take off my scarf, and they tell me in unison "we're sorry." So there you have it, the tomboy haircut doesn't suit me, I look like the kiki of all kikis.... I've seen I lived 4 months of my life as a platinum blonde, it was crazy, the consequences less so. And for the past 3 years my hair has been growing back and I'm leaving it alone! nada just the bangs but that doesn't count... that's all you needed to know before we went any further in our relationship.
a repentant hair schizophrenic.
Today I'm wearing my jacket Zara which is about to celebrate its 200th anniversary, a peplum top in a weird color h&m but I don't know, we liked each other at first sight, the necklace DIY choco balls necklace, a pair diesel and my gold shoes Zara.