Good Hairdresser gone Bad

The last couple of weeks have been insecurity galore for me. I went fringe/bangs and it gotten me a bit self-concious again. My hairdresser gave me some horribly chunky highlights and the flow of my cut was not brilliant either.

I'm neither self-secure nor insecure, normally. I'm in the middle of knowing what my good features are, and my flaws. I know that I like a feminine look because I'm not the most dainty around: blame my Dutch Polder heritage and Frisian roots for it, we are sturdy women! But I'm not feeling the tomboy vibe out there, and as I said to my hairdresser: I still like to attract men for it.

My hairdresser probably gotten slightly pissed on me for that remark, and also for not 1. going shorter 2. not wanting to become brunette. Or, some women can be pissed when you want to look as pretty as them, or they might be afraid you might upstage them. And some hairdressers are such control freaks that they might give you lousy hair when you have your own say about it. So she gave me bad hair for about $160.

I normally don't rant about a company but I feel awful about this, especially as she gave me gorgeous highlights in Feb '14

That explains that I was with really long virgin hair for so many years: I didn't want anyone to butcher it up. (Ps: this doesn't just count for women hairdressers only: some of the men doing hair might do similarly)

These days I'm partly dyed/highlighted because I wanted to look prettier after my relationship ended. For me it was letting go of my older self. I really regret that my hairdresser refused to see that part while she was doing my hair.

Shortly, it was not the bad hair that spurred me into insecurity, it was the fact that someone young & beautiful herself with a succesful life found it necessary to mess up my hair.

Monday Blues

1. Sisley eyemask | 2. Nektar Destangni smiley Earrings | 3. Topshop snood | 4. Marni Top | 5. Hermès Behapi | 6. Giles Kingfisher skirt | 7. Balenciaga | 8. Lingeshoes | 9. Bleach Washed Up Mermaid

This monday we'll keep the blues light and airy.

Temple hair, role-play and selfless selfies

This selfie had been made when I still had some #indianhair going on. It's also slightly selfless: I'm posting this because it's more than the narcissistic expression of "look how nice my hair looks & my eyes are sooo blue/green" selfie: It's an image with a story, so read on

I ventured on extensions for the first time, not because my hair was short but I wanted some ridiculous length again. I used to have real long hair and I missed it.

First I felt guilty having the hair. Most hair comes from India where girls/women go to hindu temples to sacrifice their hair for religious sake (see here). I imagined my Indian sisters going to the Temple to sacrifice their hairs for their karma, ending up on a [in their eyes] too freespirited Western person head. Not that I say all Western people are loose and unreligious but the whole purpose for their sacrifice was for my own vanity and attract guys: what did anyone's Karma have to do with that?

My hair became a character that I carried around: also because I felt the plastics on my head like 80% of the time. I also went into braiding with uberbraider 'the barefoot blonde', which made me feel like doing my Barbies' hair again, only on my own head. I recognize she never flips her hair to a certain side, so I suspect she's with Indian hairs as well.

 I've gotten more male attention: a 'fitness guy with too much muscle' who recognize their girls by their extra hairs? Not sure. Also, I met a goodlooking player-type who is normally into busty, girly types. Perhaps the faux-hair did it for him too. The UK has a higher rate of girls being into extensions so my Dutch head would not be too unfamiliar, hairwise.

It was not as bad as having eyelash extensions: Once there you just have to condition the heck out of them, and give them a good bunch of styling.

Now I'm with my own hair again: I liked the role of  the 'long blonde hair girl' for a while and now I'm slightly-long-hair-woman-with-a critical-mind again.

New mistakes are better than old ones

How ya people, no time no blog. I've been in blog-limbo about whattowriteetcetc and was completely bored about my latest stream of bloggerness. I've met this sympathetic photographer guy/kid who had potential for my outfits and me, but in Shakespearean lingo: Alas. He was more abour drinking 'coffee' than making good photos. Don't we all know this type? At my age it's almost flattering, but not really...

Brings me to my sexiest bodypart, my brain. And my fantastic power to make comic mistakes and blog about it shamelessly.

Hence, new mistakes are better than old ones!

Let's discuss hair: I had this ongoing project going on to become the Celine blonde. Unlike the flamboyant Versace blonde, she is groomed and expensive without being prissy. Nor is she overcoiffed like some Gucci blondes can be. And she might have a day whe she resembles the post-grunginess of the contemporary Marant blondes, but not oftenly.

Celine blondiness

Hence I decided to go to a Spanish hairdresser to get to the levels above: I chose him on the premises that he was "quite fit" and looked like a good hairdresser too: I don't let beauty get to my head too much when it comes to my own beauty, teehee. But looks count when you're waiting in dye... (& waiting to dye, pun intended)

Somehow my Celine blonde plans ended up me having hair that is 'informal' instead of 'muy cara'. His fetish for the ombre look gotten my hair reshizzled into something that looks like Giselle lost in Costa Rican jungle for 6 months on a very good day, and on a bad day like a buried up Kurt Kobain.

The lesson about this story: know your language well before going to a foreign hairdresser, but new mistakes are always better than repeating and regretting older ones.

LFW: My Little Pony Squad

I wondered if My Little Pony-hair would still be fashionable at LFW. Answer: Absolutely!

Regal Monochromes

the Instas

the yawn/ the grin

the Dutch tradition/ the Dutch tradition

Banksy book/ Topshop in Holland! 

Flowers has been a great Dutch tradition. My mum and other girls & guys mums probably have been on some flowerarrangement-course and they are often quite skilled. I'm not, so good thing the flowers are sold in pre-arranged sets too. But it's still the 'gezellig' (=cozy) thing to do, having flowers in your house.

Updating the hair for autumn is quite a (Dutch) female tradition too. Some stay blonde because they are used to it, is a better lure for men, reminds them of their childhood or just makes them appear softer. I personally ventured into highlights this summer, but I didn't feel sexier with them at all. I gotten roots (something I really frowned upon by others but found out that 2weekly highlighting is such a drag). I think you have to feel happy about your hair to feel beautiful and the blonde was not my way to that.  Christophe Robin, a famous French hairdresser, often advises women to stay close to their own shades, and that's what I am now.

Vanity Friday: Hair-iffic

*extensions*

I am not that much a faker: but stress skinnified my *used-to-be* bumlenght (now waistlength) hair and I need to oomph it up. I gotten these because headkandy gets some awesome ratings among British bloggers, and British girls know their extensions! They could have been a bit redder to match my hair, so they can be dyed into something that matches my own natural red.

Isn't it weird that everything should be skinny on a woman's body, except for the hair, eyelashes, lips & boobs? Oh well...

Vanity Friday

*beauty wishlist* I really love a beautiful lipstick and this Givenchy totally fits the bill.
Scental Memories:  I'd love to have a full-size of Prada Infusion d'Iris I wore the fragance from a sample the first time I visited Havana.
This lace-embossed Dolce & Gabanna bronzer evokes Sicilian memories, and the matching Sicilian tan. I should get it from the UK or France, as they don't have D&G Beauty in Holland.
This bra from Helena Christensen embodies quirky beautiful.
I wish my hair was as voluminous as my hips: this L'anza Bamboo travel set looks like the ultimate hairset to give it a shiny and healthy appearance.

hair-spiration

Perhaps already known, still I want to share this Tumblr site I found named * fuckyehrunwayhair * to show that there really are some good hairdressers on this earth.

(ps: I knew this seeing lots of fab-hair bloggers, btw, but lots of you like modelwatching and there's a site that combines it with their hair)

Update on earlier hairplans: the *meh* Pink

I kinda bragged too much about venturing in a coloured state of mind, or hair over here.

My result is this:

Ok, not too bad but not Charlotte Free bright head either...

I actually done all the things on the tutorial and let that smelly, blue bleach-stuff marinate and destroy everything that is natural about my hair for hours.

It didn't really work and I do not even have any Henna in: I think my hair just resists being really blonde...:D. Afterwards I plunged some of La Riche Directions Pale pink in for 1 hour and it resulted in some kind of dishwater strawberry pink.

So I bought myself some ><((((o> fishplaid braided <*)))-{ ones instead

I bought them from Etsy from a shop called Lawless & Lulu: quite the rebel name!

I think Mint is going to suit me better anyway.

Pinocchia ft Bleached Denim Jacket

 

  A Modern Fairytale

 

 

 now Pinnocchia feels sexy...

and will shake her hair forever and ever and ever...

and nobody will ever see if Pinocchia lied about something or anything
 
Outfit: Denim Jacket: Topshop (similar here), Silver Skirt: Whyred top worn (& torn) as skirt (real skirts here), Denim & Raffia shoes: Topshop (not similar but raffia wedges here) . Embellished Collar: COS similar here, bra: Oysho (similar here), Bracelet: etsy.

Disclaimer: No real nosejobs have been performed before/during/after this shoot. Pinnocchia will share the nosy spotlight among women such as Cleopatra, Rosie Huntington-Whitely, Florence Welch and our common-day Billionaress Giselle Bünchen. 

Disclaimer 2: I've broken the "sophisticated women" rule by showing both cleavage AND legs. I don't dress up like that IRL but I needed to amp up the 'sexy' factor for the weird fairytale,

My inspiration:
Fashionhash post on blinding booties made me wanna wear silver skirts:

La Pinocchia by by Agnese Rossi(source: behance)

hair-plans

I kind of realise after some 'therapeutic' ventures into cooking-shops & interiordesign shops that I am not quite ready to become one of the prototypes of the Dutch 30-something woman.

So I just admit that I love to be one of the many, but I will never be...Let's underline that with hair: the symbol of showing what kind of 'tribe' you are in


Option 1:

bleach

So, am I becoming a (dip-dye) blonde?

Nope.

I couldn't  be a convincing blonde yet (perhaps after 40 when I really crave for the last bit of male attention)...I think it was überblonde Cameron Diaz who once admitted that she could lure in more intelligent men being a brunette (link). Fact is, that she's a blonde for a while means that perfers the dumber ones over intelligent men, or she gets more work as an atrice as the bubbly blonde one?

Option 2:
So....UNNATURAL COLOUR (which puzzles me because golden blonde is just as unnatural if it's out of a box)

La Riche Directions in Lilac: as natural as flower colours!

Here's the happy hippy again. And that coloured dip-dye is getting it's hype on so I want to do that before every fashionista in Holland does....My mum would probably dissaprove and would say that highlights suit me better: but I think it's too easy to go for the prettiest option all the time. After all, I don't have that many wrinkles yet so now it's the time to go wild about colour.

I will do just a layer or some ends in my hair that can be hidden into a chignon when having a more conservative business meeting.  Not everybody would probably dig the naturallness of vivid colours into hair, right?