No this is not another post on my addiction to all things blue, this is a post on holiday blues, Monday blues and the hair blues. It would appear that my love of Blue has taken over my life. Whilst I am desperate to be back in Cornwall I have resigned to the fact that the holiday is over and I'm thrown back into the rigour of home life in the half term. Food shopping with children in tow, meals out over and a day trip every day is now a far off treat.
On top of that I have my daily battle of making my grown out pixie crop look presentable. I'm at that annoying in between stage and desperately not trying to break down and go back to the crop, for I've already come very close.
It's not that I didn't like my cropped style, I loved it. I'm just bored. However I'm at the stage where I don't want to go shorter and I don't want to go back blonder. So my aim had to change, I'm now heading for a Dawn Porter-esque bob.
After that then who knows, even Dawn had that awkward growing out stage. Its the hell that any woman growing out a style begrudgingly has to go through.
I like the idea of going back to long and creating a ambitious 50s inspired hair do.
The reality is I will probably get to the longer length, complain constantly of the the fly away nature of it and how I can't do anything with it. I will probably end up blonder again and moan of the constant root upkeep too.
But just for once I want to be patient. I'm determined to get to my goal and not eat my words. I will get there. So here's to plenty more quiffs, hats and some messy curly odd styles.
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