Weekly Love #9

This week has gone so quickly. In between the gym, work & the supermarket I haven’t really done too much. It feels good to really look after myself and spend some time at home chillin’. I’ve been anticipating the start of my new job and new beginnings. It feels like Spring has come early. Thinking about all the changes I have made to my life this year, big and small, makes me super proud of myself. I look at myself like my own personal project and I strive to mold myself into the best person I can be (with hiccups along the way of course!) all the time.

Little things: My new Nike’s!; getting the errands I’ve been meaning to run out the way; giggle fits; running 5.73km for the first time ever!; finally getting my bookshelf; getting a super sweet card from my dope protege; Frank Ocean – I’ve Been Thinking Bout you (the chorus makes me FEEL ALL THE FEELINGS); Suits; Gilmore Girls; Pretty Little Liars; lots of green tea; one more week till I start my new job; Dr Dre (I find him FASCINATING!); Drake; royal jelly; long hot post work out showers; sleeping like a baby; only a couple of weeks till AK gets home; the fabulous feeling knowing that summer is right around the corner; healthy eating; getting excited about the future; the beautiful people I work with; electric blankets forever!


Doing shit that scares the fuck out of you pt 1 – the hair cut

I had planned for a slight trim. Y’know just to get rid of the ends. I had thought about cutting it short for a long time and even woke up disappointed one morning after having a dream that it was cut short. I had kept it long for the previous three years and got a lot of compliments. When I voiced my need for change I got a lot of  “You can’t cut your hair! It’s amazing!’ The ends just swept across the small of my back and it was naturally straight. It glistened in the sunlight and when it was curled and caught a slight gust of wind I felt the closest I ever will to a Victoria’s Secret model. Guys, it was glorious.

This all changed when my boyfie (who liked my long hair) of the time dumped me an hour before my appointment. I thought about not going but after a beer and a quick cry I hardened up and left the loft. I remember walking to my appointment in a weird dazy ‘Did that really just happen?’ state and thought ‘Fuck it, I’m going to get all the length cut out!’ This wasn’t a malicious statement towards he who was a fan of the long hair but a minor declaration of my independence.

I sat in the chair and my hair dresser asked me what we were doing this time round. I said I wanted it short then when I showed him the length he let out a gasp then his creative brilliance kicked in and he suggested bangs as well. I was all “YES! GIVE ME ALL THE CHANGE YOU CAN! RIGHT NOW!!“! I remember sitting there in slightly rabid and still dazy state watching my hair cut off inch by inch. The more that was cut off the more it started to feel a lot like a bad hook up. I was nervous and thought ‘Oh fuck, did I just do this on a whim?!’ and ‘How will I feel about this in the morning?!’ 

The finished product is a long bob with perfect bangs. I left the salon feeling like a million bucks and slightly invincible. I felt like a bit of a babe and couldn’t wait to get out of the salon and show it off. The only problem?  The first lot of people I encourtered after my appointment was a loved up couple.