CHOP IT OFF

This is how my hair looked circa 3 days ago. Because 3 days ago I went for the "chop". And boy, oh boy, do I feel like a new woman! There's nothing like lopping off a couple of inches to make you feel great about life. 

Saying goodbye to the locks and a big fat hello to feeling and looking more like a "grown up". I've got to be honest too, I get very bored, very, very easily. If I could have cut my hair myself (ok, to a decent standard) weeks ago, I would have. But the fear of Stuart never speaking to me again quickly put the brakes on that proverbial runaway train. Train, why? I don't know. 

Sometimes I feel like I am, as much as it breaks my heart to admit it, not destined to be one of those ladies with a beautiful, thick head of long ass hair. 

But you know what, I don't think I care. 

Shoulder length hair is liberating as shit. You should do it too.  

I will leave you with a quote from the good old Man Repeller on her new found confidence after cutting her own hair (because she writes way way WAY better than I ever could).

"Everything is always about confidence, isn’t it? If you feel good, you will look good, and if you look good, because you feel good, you will rule the fucking world. There really is something to stepping away from your comfort zone and recognizing that wherever you settle feels somehow…better than where you’d previously kicked up your feet."

The end.

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FREE SHIT

Klein's Perfumery, a store which up until Christmas Day, I had no idea existed. However, having been so very generously gifted a (gift)certificate from Mr Smith's parents, I knew I'd have to give this place a visit, and pronto. Even "fake" money somehow manages to burn a whole in my pocket. I disgress.

I made the trip over to good old Fitzroy yesterday and, holy shitballs, how I lived without this store in my life up until now I have no idea. 

  

The only thing I had pre-meditated using my voucher on was an exfoliator. Because what better way to treat yourself than scrubbing your body with what feels like a sand-paste mixture. Yummy. After speaking to the super knowledgable sales assistant, who simply stated 'if I could handle the smell of this stuff, it's definitely the one to get' I had pretty much decided this was the one for me. I won't lie and say it took much convincing, almost as soon as I saw it was l'Occitane I was sold. Don't ask me why, I've never owned anything by the French brand which could either prove or disprove my opinion of it being fancy and, for lack of a better word, good. 

However, after now using it for the first time I can indeed confirm that this shit is is balls to the walls awesome. I left the shower feeling baby butt soft and if that isn't the aim of a good exfoliator I don't know what is. So, in short, I would highly recommend this bad boy for anyone a. willing to spend $55 for a product which is on your body for approximately 2.5 minutes and b. who doesn't mind smelling like Play-Doh. It'll re-ignite some glorious childhood memories if nothing else.

 

As for the unneccesary gathering of (yet more) candles. I knew once I found these little scamps, the original thoughts swirling around my brain of taking the matching moisturiser to the exfoliator home, were a pipe-dream that only the past me could deliberate on. 

Plus, 5 new treats are totally (TOTES) better than 2. And let's face it, the whole trip was a meagre attempt at taking home the most goods, for as close to $100 (voucher value), as possible.

SHIT FOR YO' FACE

I'll be the first to admit I have a terrible skin care routine. The only thing you're likely to catch me doing daily is moisturising after I shower (...if I shower). However, a short while ago, a light bulb when off in my little brain and I decided, with my 25th birthday looming next year, I had better start being more prepared for the inevitable loss of my youth and good looks (ha ha).

Anyway, I digress. My first encounter with Eve Lom's Moisturiser, or Creme Hydratante if you're feeling fancy, happened when I first came to Australia as I had decided that in setting out "back-packing", I deserved a fancy schmancy cream to douse my face with every night. Well, it didn't quite happen like that - I actually hated (with a capital H) the smell of this shit for months. So there it was in my make up case, gathering dust and feeling sorry for itself. Until one day, oh one day, I decided I no longer hated (with a capital H) it's smell and so forth began our love affair. And we lived happily ever after...

Until a couple of weeks ago I decided I should perhaps add a cleanser to my "regime", and so, I have. After conducting a little research (see here) which led me to conclude that, huzzah, Eve Lom's cleaner rates quite highly among those who actually take care of their faces. So, it was settled and I began the painstaking task of procurring the stuff at discount. As usual, eBay came through and my little package arrived today And with that, it's time to get soapy.

Winter Wonders

Clockwise from top left: Paddywax Cranberry candle, Grown Vitamin & Watermelon Lip Balm, Przepalanka Beskidzka caramel Vodka, Aesop Resurrection Aromatique Hand Balm, Paddywax Pomegranate & Current soy wax candle.

 Some of my winter "essentials". Because really, the hand & lip balm are the only essential items for my current existence... What can I say? All of a sudden my entire body seems to have dried up because of this cold weather (yum!). As for the vodka, god knows if it is actually caramel flavoured all I know is it's sweet, 45% alcohol, burns when it goes down, and will most definitely put hair on your chest. But the rest of it will be saved until I can source a log fire/bear skin rug combo to drink it near. It needs that kind of dignified swilling around the glass look while talking about global politics or some other kind of grown up conversation.

Finally, the candles. As much as it pains me to be a girl admitting my love for these suckers, I do. Those tasty aromas get me every time. Paddywax's selection are no exception, all shapes and sizes and pretty much every smell you could think of and what a coincidence... You can buy them from my work Black Sheep Galleries, and we can be found here

Monday Morning

Nothing better than some purchasing to perk up your Monday morning! Couldn't resist this I.D.S zebra T from one of my favourite boutiques on Chapel St, Dorothy & Evelyn. Plus, it's orange. Which is always a winner.

Hair Chop

I bloody love getting my hair cut.

This is the second time my charming, funny and down right handsome friend Stuart (aka Stupot-slash-Stuballs) has done the honours and much like the first time I am so very happy with his work. We went for a change and lightened it back up a bit. Goodbye regrowth of my natural "mousey" locks. I mean really, who wants hair the colour of a mouse anyway?