Happy New Year & Hello 2012!
If you spent any time with me in 2011, you would know that the phrase “in the new year” was a regular procrastination excuse. As with all excuses, there comes a time when they just don’t cut the mustard (where does that phrase come from?) any longer.
What did I think? That the new year would never arrive? That time would stop in 2011? Well, no. And now that we have welcomed the year that is two-thousand-and-twelve, all those things I said I’d do in the new year actually need to be done. This includes the list. You know the one. Those pesky 30 things I said I’d do before I turned 30. And wouldn’t you know it, my birth back in 1982, means that this is the year I hit the big three-oh. So now I’ve got 6 months to really make some ticks.
So, today I knocked off number 6 – “Dye my hair a completely different colour. Probably red.”.
This is me before…
This is me after…
I’ve gone from naturally mousey, typical gen-y up-do to Florence and the Machine auburn, fringe and waves. Or at least the tone-deaf version of…
I’ve joined the ranks of our Prime Minister, Ronald McDonald, Ginger Meggs and Julia Roberts. A pretty esteemed bunch wouldn’t you say!
And I have to say, after the initial moment of surprise as I sat in front of the mirror, my hairdresser finishing the last of my tousled curls, I am pretty happy to be a ranga.
The dog days are over!