Tuesday, 25 October 2011

Princess in Pink

Pastel colours have been dominating the runways of late, but it was pictures of Charlotte Free on my flatmates wall that made me take the plunge. Every time I went in her room I'd sit and look at the pictures and think, I wish I was brave enough to do that. After two weeks of lusting over Charlotte's pink hair I called a salon and booked in, not before letting my friend bleach it at home first. 

 It's common knowledge that if you have black hair, bleach is your worst enemy and you should go out of your way to avoid it. Not me however, after half a bottle of wine and through gritted teeth, I asked my friend to get started. Considering it was a DIY job with products I'd picked up at Boots, it went quite well. It wasn't completely orange anyway. I should have heeded the advice on the back of the packet, the risk paid off though, my hair hasn't snapped off and it actually looked quite good. The whole job couldn't be done at home though. The next day I had my official appointment, so off I toddled to London to have it bleached again and a toner washed through. If someone had told me the pain of all that bleach I would have never gone. It's been over a week now and my poor scalp is still paying the price.
The result was a tad more candy floss than what I wanted, but none the less, my hair had gone from black to pink in less than 24 hours. Yes it was painful, I used my months food budget, it feels quite coarse unless I deep condition it every other day, but I love it. The only problem, after two washes the pink has almost faded out. Thankfully I like the white blonde hair and contrasting dark eyebrows that I'm working with now. 

Tuesday, 11 October 2011


I have always been a massive fan of recyclable fashion. There is something really beautiful about clothing that is made from something unexpected, often this unexpected material makes the clothing fragile and not repeatedly wearable. The patience it must take and the skill too, to create something as extravagant as in this video, http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-asia-pacific-14462176
I think it would be incredibly disheartening every time the dress started to deflate, or if one of the balloons burst in the process. I was gutted when my newspaper dress started to look worse for wear. Unfortunately it did end up in the bin but I do have plans to make another one which will hopefully last longer, if it is looked after properly. The joy of working with newspaper, it only took two hours to make and about a day to dry. There is no tape or stables, just paper and pva glue. There is no doubt that this was my favourite piece for my final Art projects in college. Almost makes me wish I'd done a Foundation course. Not quite though.
I hope to find some new designers that are looking at alternative materials soon and am sorely tempted to try and create something out of balloons. Not that I'd ever have enough to skill to even attempt to copy what she has created, something significantly less elaborate to start off with and then start progressing.

Monday, 10 October 2011


Today I popped into Boots and bought a heap of powder bleach and and all the other essential bits and bobs for making my hair a Care Bear look-alike. Unfortunately I failed to pick up a special brush for the roots which is apparently essential, so after getting thoroughly hyped up for my candyfloss locks, we are now postponing until tomorrow. Fortunately this gives me time to also stock up on special shampoos and I got to carry my candy obsession over to my nails. Barry M is fantastic. Unfortunately my painting abilities are not, but I have to start somewhere.

Sunday, 9 October 2011

Pink Princess

Charlotte Free, isn't she just lovely? There is something wonderful about being young and getting away with having pink hair. Of course Vivienne Westwood and Zandra Rhodes champion eccentricity for those over 40 but there is no doubt that trying to resemble candy floss at nineteen is slightly less frowned upon. 
I want this look, I want that hair. Only one thing to be done then. Over the next few weeks I am going to attempt to bleach my hair repeatedly, without it snapping off, deep condition it until it doesn't look like straw and then colour it pink. Lots of attractive photos of my progress will of course be taken so you can laugh and learn that people with black hair should admit defeat when it comes to going mad with a bleach bottle. 

Thankfully I have lovely friends from my halls willing to help out. Once we have successfully butchered my hair, that I have so lovingly been trying to grow, this Wednesday I have an appointment at ColourNation on Oxford Street to save it and hopefully make it pink. It's a disaster waiting to happen but it is one of those things that you have to do and get out the way. If I don't do it now then when I'm in my mid thirties there is a very good chance I'll have a small crisis and try it then. It was much to my mum's horror when I pitched the idea to her. After a little gentle nudge in the right direction she saw the light and has now even generously donated to the cause. You know you have a top mum when she pops some extra dolla in your account to colour you hair. I have my fingers crossed that her investment into my happiness is a success and that I don't end up with any bald patches.

I even have two friends that have said I can dip dye their hair, purely to see how easy it is for brunettes to achieve pink tones. I find this quite amazing as one of them saw what happened last time I bleached mine, it was a nightmare. Do not try and do it on a budget, spend some money and reap the benefits of a hairdresser who knows what they're doing.