As a child, it came as no surprise to my Dad when I pelted through the patio doors with a worm dangling from my fingers and a look of eagerness and discovery in my eyes. I was a huge tom boy, adamant I wanted to be an explorer and write about worms and other creepy-crawlies.
I was happy caked in mud and covered in bruises until my early teens when I discovered my first Kohl eye-liner. I smeared it on my eyes looking more like an extra from The Ring than the mature fourteen year old I thought I was. I held onto an obsession with make-up from then onwards, never able to get my hands on the products I wanted to. I stayed in my combat trousers and army shirt for years after though, adamant I was always going to be the boyish stereotype.
My eighteenth came and went and I started experimenting with hairstyles. I’ve never had long hair, something for another post, but it’s a thing I’ve always wanted to experiment with. I used to love the feeling of my hairdresser shaving off the side of my hair and the smell of La Riché hair dye always brings a smile to my face.
My obsession with colouring and cutting my hair has been a huge thing in my life. Since dying my hair with Schwartzkopf XXL pillar-box red when I was thirteen right up until now where I stick to my animal-friendly semi-permanent dyes I’ve become obsessed with colour. It’s mostly my hair but nails, eyes, even lips sometimes. I hold an obsession with 50’s fashion and dream to have pin-curled hair with shocking red lips every day!
I haven’t changed since I was a child. I still love getting my hands dirty and scuffling around for fresh interests but my love for hair and beauty products is still blossoming. Expect a lot more posts about my love of all things fashion and beauty in the future along with travel stories and general lifestyle.
I’ve just ordered a whole host of beauty products and clothes so I’ll make a quick post about that when it all arives!
Have a great week!