wanderlust part 1

Coming back from holiday is hard work!

But am sitting comfortably at my laptop with freshly painted nails, a cup of peach tea and Bob Dylan is on in the background (on vinyl, thankyouverymuch. scratchy mmm).

A previous beau of mine looked a wee bit like Bob Dylan.

Deluded? Yes.

Anyway, back to Melbourne. It was incredible! I am convinced it is the city for me. Considering I haven't been to gay Paree or London on New York, in which case I'm sure they'd be the cities for me. But I'm sticking with Melbourne for now.

Had a moment of hair inspiration (due to all the pretty girls with them..) while walking down High St, and decided to cut my fringe again. I regretted it immediately afterwards. It took soooooo long to grow it out to my earlobes. But here I am, again with a fringe. It is without a doubt, me. It is my trademark, if you will.

So, I spent a beautiful 10 days with Mama-Duck interstate. First two nights, spa country. Mum hit a magpie. Not important. We (well I did) got sloshed in front of a fire at a little wine bar/restaurant. The waiter was a cutie-pie.

Stayed for the rest of the time with relations - my aunt, uncle, cousin and 2 baby cousins. Adorabubble! Full on. But weirdly made me a bit clucky. Ew, no I don't mean that.

Found incredible restaurants, coffee places, flowers were everywhere, bought lovely things, saw a mantlepiece with 12 polish teapots in the colours of the rainbow. Ate amazing tapas type food. Relaxed, de-stressed.

Here are some pictures!

time for a change methinks!

I have reached a certain stage in my life where, although I never thought I'd be saying this (let alone actually doing it), I AM GROWING OUT MY FRINGE.

Yes, my beloved fringe which has accompanied me on many a journey throughout these past years (although to be fair, it hasn't been the same bits of hair the whole time).

Said fringe in its many varied forms:

it has evidently gone through long curly stages, tattoos (fuck what was I thinking. just kidding. eeeekk), summer, music festivals, a rather trashy drunk phase, the beach, being cut a bit shorter, more music festivals, family outings, then very short, and also blonde ends, then winter, not to mention the entirity of my later schooling years (I haven't not had a fringe since I was 15 - or at least not for very long.. who says this will last hahaha).

But, like my stance on many other things in life (ahem, really?), I believe that to move forward, sometimes change is a necessary thing. And that is my plan for the remainder of this year. Moving forward!

I also think changing something you've always had is as good as being radical eg: I recently took out my nose ring. It felt almost as exhilarating as getting a new piercing (although less trashy and painful, obviously).

(Also I'm hoping it'll be a fuck load easier to manage - fringes are bloody horrible to take care of.. washing every day, straightening, bla bla bla.)

Anyway, I'm sure this decision shouldn't be this hard. Maybe I'm just weird. But I'm struggling with it - thats for sure! I mean, what if people don't recognise me? Or secretly think I look stupid with no fringe? Has my fringe really become my signature 'thing'? Or am I being fucking ridiculous?

Many or all, or perhaps none of these questions will be answered in the follow ups to this post. Tune in to hear the latest from me, the serious-est girl on the planet (about serious decisions involving hair growth anyway).