her name was Jade

From today on, green is officially a part of my haircolour. I finally gathered all my courage to get a small part bleached and dip-dyed in emerald green – the result is may be not as bright as I initially wanted, but keeping in mind that to get a true flash of colour one needs to bleach the hair out to white, I ran a risk of a ‘chemical haircut’ – I’m happy with the way it worked out. Now the deal is to let my hair grow out a bit, cut a fringe and dip-dye the both sides of the bob – that’s some homework for summer.
I did the bleaching and dyeing job myself using products from a professional hairdresser’s supplies shop, but surprisingly while studying various colouring techniques on YouTube yesterday, I came across the endless list of references to dip-dyeing with Kool Aid and simple food colorants. Kool Aid is apparently an American soluble drink that is oversaturated in food colorants so that simply dipping you hair for 5 minutes in a hot water solution gives you a colour that will last several weeks. It gives me creeps! Our modern world makes us ingest all kinds of crap which is the next best thing for hair colouring! Where are we heading to?
Now with my hair glowing green, I need some proper gear. All things from Proenza Schouler or Meadham Kirchhoff will do. All I need now is to marry an oil mogul, and problem is solved.


blouse COS
lip-colour MAC in Lasting Lust

Somehow I’m back in the blogging mood, showing off my latest purchases, rambling on about yet another identity crisis and the meaning of the cute.
I really wonder if anyone else may feel the same – the yearning for another life, a wish to swap this one for something else, something different? I’m in my seasonal mood for change, so please excuse my bluntness when I say that I feel like I should find a new job, a boyfriend, move to another city, learn a 5th language, grow my hair very long (ok, that’s an old one) and colour it green. I’d like to change pretty much most of my wardrobe too, and look like a girl. I’d like to be open to appreciate other music styles, and not remain forever stuck in the doom and the gloom of hardcore punk – I tried it before, but found very few pop bands that stuck by, because I lost my interest in those going mainstream. It’s really time for another trip to the Rough Trade record shop in East London, I need it like air to breathe.
Lately I find that blogging contributes very well to our economy, since all of the online exhibitionism is closely related to the amounts of money we’re spending. So many fashion bloggers write about their recent purchases with great enthusiasm…and I follow! Living up to no purchase = no blog post formula. Alright, you might have guessed where I’m getting to.
The shopping ban did not last very long. I actually felt rather depraved without being able to buy the things that I wanted, not needed. I felt ugly. So as a result a dress, a pair of trousers, a necklace, a skirt, a pair of shoes and a shirt are queuing up to have their picture taken and a blog post dedicated to how wonderful they all are. But for now I’ll show you the result of today’s trip to Ikea – new crazy coloured bed sheets and a pair of vases that were a total bargain! Really, when my favourite PS range vases are being sold at 5€ for the big one and 2€ for the little one, I couldn’t resist but to pull them lonely souls off the rack and take them home. And to finish on a fashion note, that blue tote is from COS, gorgeous but very practical too – my new companion for daily run-abouts.