No My Little Pony birthday cake this year either. So instead, I am turning myself into one of them.
For years I was extremely experimental with my hair. We're talking everything from pixie cuts to asymmetric bobs to WAG extensions and my head has been every brown, black, red and blonde in the book. For the last few years however, I've stuck with various versions of the blonde I was born with.
My lack of crazy hair cuts as of late is largely down to my job - no matter what I think of it, showing up with a Mohawk for client meetings tends to spark the wrong kind of reactions. I personally don't agree with that mentality, as crazy hair, piercings or tattoos in no way impacts how you work, but sometimes you just have to pick your battles.
With my current break from the corporate world though, I can get away with going a bit crazy. So trying to look like Pinkie Pie it is!
Thankfully my hairdresser, coincidentally the best hairdresser in the world, enjoys a bit of hair craziness and was not just fully supportive, but helped take my wishes that extra step. She is truly amazing and I don't let anyone touch my hair if I can ever help it. When I am extremely rich in the future, I am moving her into my house permanently whether she likes it or not. Kind of like Kate Moss and James Brown, only that my future live-in hairdresser comes with a cute baby and inventive ideas rather than racism and bankruptcy.
After three hours of colouring and cutting and as many cups of tea, the result is delightful dip dye bright pinkness making the world a much more cheerful place. And by the world I mean my flat. Although I may have to stop repeating Friendship Is Magic continuously and loudly like a religious mantra before venturing outside as there are already enough nutcases out there happily exposing the London to the full extent of their madness.
Natural is boring and I am not going back to it!
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| Pinkie Pie would be proud! |
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| One happy and very pink bunny. |
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