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Embracing (Style & Hair) Mistakes and Moving On From Them


The current situation (aka mistake!)

A couple of days ago, I dyed my (very professionally and expensively done) semi-permanently pink. And I do not like it. Thankfully it was quite fitting for a viewing of Lady Bird last night at our local cinema, as my hair had become the exact reddish-pink colour of Saoirse Ronan's pretty head. I cannot pull it off quite (okay, anywhere near) as well. A mistake was made, impulsivity was fed, and I must now move on and pray that it fades out swimmingly. Thank God it only lasts 10-12 washes. 

But anyway, today's post is about how to embrace those silly things we do style/hair-wise, while also taking steps to move on from these mistakes. I know I've been doing a lot of tips recently... But! Here are my tips! 
Smile and the world laughs at you... Okay, I'm not really that negative, hopefully they smile back. 

1. Make the best of a bad lot! 

So, you've been to hairdresser and they've made somewhat of a religious sacrifice of your beautiful blonde locks. You feel so heartbroken. Your soul cries. But, now is the time to get to Pinterest or Instagram or simple old Google to search for some inspiration concerning how to make that mistake work. 

A blunt bob might not have been your intention but there are so many fun and interesting style choices to make with such a haircut. Get your denim jacket out, slip on a pair of sheer black tights, adorn yourself with a pair of docs and we have an instant recipe to an indie-esque grungy look that is so fun to experiment with. 

And that is the key: a style/hair mistake can lead to a lot of experimentation, trying things which you assumed didn't suit you, and wearing things you never had the courage to do before. Be brave, be bold, I promise it'll make you feel better! 

A futuristic style adventure involving my favourite wig, honestly, it was a game-changer!

2. Accessories (and a whole ton of makeup) are your best friends! 

I was saved by the grace of hats in 2016, when I had a terrible, utterly awful haircut. I had virtually no hair and it was, in fact, nearing winter. I did not want to freeze to death, and so, I became very into hats and wigs. 

Wigs are so much fun, if a tad itchy, but they can be such a saviour when something has gone awry. You can pick up lots of different fun ones on the internet, but be careful to choose high quality fibre wigs (kankelon is great!). While wearing a wig, the secret is to look like you're not wearing a wig. It's the golden rule. 

Make-up can be totally transformative also. Seriously, I look so completely different with my eyebrows and eyeliner on point compared to my just-out-of-bed look. Even my iPad doesn't recognise un-makeuped me from makeuped me (yes, I did just invent a word there!)... Again, the internet is your friend, particularly Instagram as there are so many fab makeup accounts on there. Get inspired! 

Makeup and accessories can really detract from any style mistakes, trust me, it will all be okay. 

A friend of mine, Dave, tried on my favourite coat of dreams. A good look? (I think he looks fab!)

C) Time is the greatest healer (tick, tock) 

We are impermanent, style changes, hair grows. It's okay to make mistakes, time heals all wounds. Your bob will grow out! And you might even suddenly decide you love it. 

Style is an evolution and along the way there will be dips and negative perceptions of how we look. My greatest piece of advice is to ride it out and wait til you can make changes, or for change to happen. There's a brilliance in impermanence. 

Right, folks, that's my little ramble for today. I'm sorry if it came across a little patronising, that seems to be what happens when I try to write in a jokey tone. I'm going to try to post twice a week now, though I can't promise anything. It'll most likely be Wednesday and Sunday, though sometimes it might just be Sunday. 

I hope you've enjoyed your short visit today, I hope you'll come and read my rubbish again! 

Thank you for reading,

Much love 

Louise <3 

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