Dress: Black Milk - Mountain of Mars 2.
Wedge boots: Acne Admires
Shawl thing that is deceptively not as warm as it looks because the wind sneaks into the millions of little gaps in it: Some $10 shop.
Sunglasses: God knows where
Necklace: Some tribal stall.
If you have known me since the beginning of high school, you would know that whenever I make a drastic hair plan - be it a pixie cut, an angled bob, or dyeing my hair fire engine-red, it never works out. I mull over it for six months or more and subject my friends to endless questions before convincing myself out of it and discarding the broken hair dream into the gutter. Shaving my head is probably the first plan that has actually materialised into something I can look at in the mirror.
After making a rash decision to do it for $10 at a sleazy men's barber in some dirty alleyway, I came home with one side of my head hairless and naked. My mother thinks I look like a lesbian, my father is adamant I will never get a husband now, and my youngest sister has nightmares about me. Everyone else I know greets my head by rubbing it in fascination as if a genie would fly out of my ear if they rubbed hard enough, and one of two questions:
Q1. Does that side of your head get cold? And/or
Yes. I now empathise with people who have short hair and have to deal with it during winter. The left side of my head misses my hair-blanket
Q2. How do you grow it back?
If I flip my hair back in the middle, it looks exactly the same! Hurray for versatile haircuts!
If I had a dollar for every time someone has rubbed my head or asked me one of the above questions in the past week, and you put all those dollars in a pool, you could drown someone in it. I Tweeted a photo of myself with my new hair [here] if you want an up close and gratuitous webcam picture.
How incredible is this Black Milk dress? James is an absolute genius. When it arrived on my doorstep I just stared into the print for a loooong time and nearly fell in. There will always be a special place in my heart for printed clothing. And Black Milk Clothing.
I'm so excited to head up to the Blue Mountains tomorrow with a few high school friends. Even though it's only an hour or two away, and it's only for five days, it'll still be nice to get away for a bit and pretend I'm a few hundred thousand miles away from here. I plan to spend the week sitting by the fireside reading, and indulging my fantasy of being cultured and high class in my jammies. Seeya next week :-)