cutting my own hair

This week I was persuaded to cut my own hair. I've wanted a fringe for a long time now and always chickened out of asking for one at the hairdressers. I nearly got layers till the girl doing the cutting suddenly remembered I was a bloke; wish she hadn't! 

So there are a couple of methods here for two different things - first cutting your own hair in a pony tail to give a layered effect. The Momsnet method. And here. It works well, but the layers are somewhat random. And I lost much of the layer effect when i cut the fringe. But I feel I can experiment, and will!

The fringe method was fairly simple too, but still I didn't quite manage to follow it properly. so I have a raggedy fringe. I was too excited and rushed into it. All I need to do now is allow the hair to grow a bit and do it again properly. but I am still extremely pleased by the result. 

nice shaggy hair, just washed, still a bit wet, no eye make-up 

The pictures I took tonight were necessarily a rush job as I had very limited time to get everything done.

(in the interests of transparency I cartoonised the above picture, now there are 4 styles available and the first style is extremely flattering, and smooths over all your blemishes, and ropey make-up technique) 

This lovely old dress has been making a come-back of late

Then the plan that was in the back of my mind, and had been all day, was put into action. The grey skirt I bought last week was crying out to be worn. It has an uneven hem line - like a raggedy kind of effect. I have just shaved my legs and this skirt felt so lovely on with shaven legs that I couldn't resist going for a little walk in it, and I could road-test my new hair too!

i love this flattering skirt
even makes me look good

feeling relaxed and comfortable

Since its still not summer out there, I thought I'd better put a coat on. Also, took a hadnbag, even though there was nothing in there, I thought it would look a bit more natural.

nerves kick in at this point

Reality: i just hope no-one looks too closely

And then I stepped out of the front door into the night, at about 11pm, and went for a little walk over the railway line, in a pair of sparkly blue flat shoes. The thing I hate about heels is the noise they make, which at night makes me feel extremely conspicuous. The flats were nice and quiet and still looked rather elegant.

I slipped out the front door and suddenly felt the cold night air wrapping around my legs. Closed the front door behind me, after checking I DEFINITELY had my keys, and wander out, walking in as unblokey manner as I could mange  -though being in a skirt helps with that, being in flat shoes doesn't.

I just went up over the footbridge to the other side of the railway line. Walked long the extremely quiet street for a bit and turned back. Unfortunately flatmate was due back soon after 11.00 so I knew I didn't have long.

I got back just before my flatmate arrived home. Phew! Must do this again soon!

I also have this, possibly, irritating habit of revising my blog posts on the go. So it's worth checking back to see what I've added....

Later that night my fm went to bed quite early (for him) and as I was still up, and relatively awake, I thought I'd go for another walk. this time I put on a stripey top and a black mini-skirt, tights and a long woollen coat.

I went a lot further on the second walk - had taken a lot less care with the make-up and wore a more casual outfit. I set of towards the railway station, along the main road, passed by a few cars, and then back along the other side of the wailway line, over the footbridge and home. Had a very close encounter with a group of young foxes. Obviously used to having the streets to themselves, they were chasing each other all over the place until they virtually ran into me walking along. They just managed to stop in time and ran off :D I'm glad they stopped in time, I was slightly worried about them laddering my tights.