New Hope

A long time ago, in a galaxy far away…

…or to be rather more accurate, several days ago on my living room sofa, the results of a dramatic and life-changing experiment were recorded.

I got a new haircut.

You must understand that I have had the same drowned-hippy hair ‘style’ for the past 18 years. Every night willing myself to wake up with tangled locks transmorgified into lustrous movie-star waves. Every morning looking into the mirror with a sigh, and realising that Rita Hayworth would not be with us today. I would then proceed to brush the forest of limp knots into a wild static frizz, and scrape it all back into a neat untidy little bun.

During the day, this tragedy of a hairstyle would fall apart innumerable times. At bedtime, it would have to be carefully placed in position to prevent rolling and painfully yanking it during the night (this does not always deter others from rolling over and helpfully yanking it for you). And at all other times it would moult over the house, clothing, meals and boyfriend.

The shameful thing is, I could have had those movie star waves.  I could!  If I had been more conscientious; if I had rolled and dried and curled and pinned and treated and used fancy products and most importantly of all sought Professional Help…  In reality, though, I find hair, and the styling thereof, rather boring.  Any level of real effort was never going to happen.  After a short period of 18 years I have grasped this important fact, and learned to embrace my natural laziness.  In honour of which, I present the new ‘do:

So now, I am looking forward to wearing Mia Farrow style mini dresses with peter pan collars, riding around on a scooter like Roman Holiday era Audrey Hepburn, sipping coffee like a mysterious rock star with leather jacket and big sunglasses, and taking approximately 50 seconds to get my hair done in the morning.

And with all that extra time? I’ll be blogging and vintage hunting of course. Welcome to Penny Dreadful Vintage my dears :)