Ermagerd...it's been forever and the power of good hair.

I can't believe I let this this drift for so long again.  I have this horrible habit of making this blog feel like work, and then I procrastinate because it feels like work and I don't want to work when I'm not AT WORK.  Sigh.  It's the same with the cleaning.

ANYWAY...

I'm back, sort of.  I have lots of ideas and lots of things to reprise from earlier this year but I ain't going to list them out because then I feel all pressured and shit and won't do it.  Instead, lets have a look at where I've been spending my time over the last few months.

I'm not even sure where to start.

I suppose the biggest thing is that I've been trying to find a new hair colour.  The blonde was getting a bit muddy looking after so many different toners and I was, quite frankly, getting bored of it.  I tried pale ginger, ginger ginger and have now settled on a lovely pillar box red.  This magic was worked by those angels at Rockalily and I must say I love it.  The pic below is after my first  "redding" and is displayed to fine effect in Lucie's signature poodle updo.  I have to say, though I've been going there for years, I've never had my hair finished at the salon before.  It really is well worth it, them gals can wrangle hair like no others.

The hair has had a beneficial effect on me, I have to say.  I feel a lot more confident these days - kinda like a cartoon superhero, and while work weren't too keen at first they seem immune to its brightness these days.  Falling back in love with ones hair also makes you more likely to actually do something with it rather than bung it up in a ponytail.

Another thing that has boosted my confidence greatly over the past months is that I splashed out of a course of sessions with a personal trainer.  It has long been my aim to lose some of the pounds that the four years since my 30th birthday have seen fit to pack around my waistline and no amount of healthy eating, unhealthy low calorie eating, running or Jillian Frigging Michael's videos were helping.  I looked into things and it seemed to me that weightlifting was the answer.  Not pink Barbie weights, proper weightlifting, you know, with big ass barbells and stuff.  Well, I've finally started.  At my gym I'm the only girl in the weights room and with red hair and leopard print leggings I'm hardly inconspicuous.  It took a lot of guts and it is a lot of hard work but I've finally lost an inch round my waist not to mention a few inches worth of walking tall self confidence.

I think you can see my self confidence in the below photo.  My self confidence and my nipple, but hey, I've never been a prude.  This was a recent jaunt to White Mischief, a steampunk event, but as they had a space theme I decided to go as a Star Trek girl.  I've been getting really into Star Trek lately.  I'm currently working my way through the original series.

I've gotten really into the more fancy dress side of my wardrobe lately, again thanks to the hair I think.  I just feel braver and more like playing with looks.  I still love trad vintage but hey, clothes are meant to be fun, I dress vintage because I like the dressing up side and one can play with that in other ways too.  Meet my new boots and new skirt.  I love them dearly.  Not that I've worn the boots out yet, walking in heels isn't my strong point.

I'm sure I've been up to lots of other things but my mind has gone blank now.  I hope you are pleased to see me back and if not, well, I respectfully ask you to bugger orf!

Don't mess with the redhead.  ;-)