happenings

This late-July Wednesday is hot and stuffy. Coffee is certainly off the menu, today, as a caffeinated beverage is the last thing I fancy in this current heatwave.

Oh, dear blog. I want to start by apologising for not writing to you last week. That was most out of character, but trust me when I say a LOT has happened in 14 days.

Last Wednesday I was feeling a little nauseous, and with the absence of a laptop, blogging proved difficult. The Friday prior I had abruptly picked my laptop up from the table, forgetting it was still plugged into the wall. The lead refused my taking of the laptop, and not anticipating such a force meant the poor thing yanked from my grasp and smashed to the ground; cracking not only the screen, but the lid top, too.

That was £150 I could’ve done without spending!

Since I last wrote to you, I have also aged. Yup, I turned 23 on Friday. I don’t know how that happened. Though still young, I certainly don’t feel 23 the majority of the time.

I remember, as a youngster, expecting to be a married homeowner, mothering at least one child by this point. That certainly didn’t go to plan! I am grateful for that reality, though, as, being a real-life, non-futuristic fantasy 23-year-old, I certainly don’t feel old enough, nor wise enough for those sort of commitments just yet. Everyone is different, but me, personally, I still have a lot I want to do, first!

I just dyed my hair pink for 50p. Discontinued D.I.Y box dye. I am not displeased with the result.

I have wanted to dye my hair a subtle pink shade for quite some time, and in finally doing so, it’s got me wondering why. What was the everlasting appeal? I suppose I’ve always loved colours, and being a creative little lady means I have an eye for uniqueness and an eagerness for trying something new. I love switching up my appearance every so often, and that usually means a new hair colour or a drastic style change comes around fairly often.

I think it’s almost symbolic of new beginnings on a larger scale and a want for significant change in my life overall. Perhaps that sounds a little drastic, but it’s no coincidence that I get this urge around the same time I’m starting a new job or entering into a new endeavour of some kind.

New hair, new me.

It certainly does boost my self-esteem, too, which is something I’m always happy to induce.

Interestingly, though, I do find that a change in hairstyle can often come hand-in-hand with a change in respect.

An observation that may seem a little far-fetched, perhaps, but I’ve noticed people tend to speak down to me when I have lighter hair, and when it’s darker, I am spoken to with more authority. Particularly with a shorter style, that made me look slightly older; especially when I’m rocking my formal work attire.

I don’t know if any of my observations or assumptions have any real evidence to back them up, but I do find the social and psychological aspects of something as simple as changing your hair very intriguing.

I just hope this pink hair will work some wonders within the coming weeks. Exciting times await, but I’ll tell you about it later.

Until then,

Stay hydrated!

24.July.2019

Wednesday