What to do with my hair? The age old question, the philosophical conundrum and the ultimate time waster. Women the world over mull over their locks. To grow it long, to cut it short, to colour, to nurture, to perm (which is like, so 80′s), to straighten (the GHD-revolution), to just do something… because I’m sure I speak for our entire species when I say we are just all So Bored Of Our Hair. 99% of the time.
And lucky that because wow, did I need that nap. My weekend began with a fancy dinner and ended with an indulgent lunch, and in between? There was a lot of gluttony going on and like any good little piggy, I just needed to sleep it off.
Finally! Zero sleeps to go! I’m off on this crazy ridiculous holiday that I won… and for a little sumthin’ special (or not, depends what you like!) I decided to make y’all a little VLOG of… me and my little getting ready for Egypt process
Ages and ages and ages (read: 6 weeks) ago, one of my best friends in this glorious world, Loreen, turned the ripe young age of 30. She was off on the Inca trail on this momentus day, proving her youth by trekking this hideously high altituded (oh yes, that is now a word) pathway sans any assistance from walking tools or her husband or most impressively, make-up. I know.
Since we weren’t able to properly celebrate Loreen’s birthday with her on the actual day, we kinda sorta tried to bend the time and space continuum and time warped back to the 1920′s to celebrate in style, albeit six weeks late.
It happened again. This time last year, I remember waking up, frothing at the mouth excited like someone was giving me a puppy wrapped in a ticket to Vegas on Christmas morning. But it wasn’t Christmas and there was no puppy. A ticket to Vegas did come eventually, but that’s not the story. The story goes that this time last year, I was so eager to get to Taste of London that I made Panu run to the event.