Day 97: Birthday Blah Blah Blah...

Ok so yes, 'twas the celebration of the day of my birth on Tuesday... Blah blah blah. I've really bored everyone enough with this already. I just wanted to share this little story with you in regards to my special day. I did turn 30 (again, enough already Monique! I'm sorry, I know you know) so I half felt incredibly special and half felt incredibly dull. The night before I panicked slightly, thinking: Ah I'm so dull! I have grey roots! I need my hair done with a dramatic cut - I'll go short!- and a dramatic colour - I'll go bleach blonde!- and I need a blowdry and style and will look like Rachel Taylor! I need to look beautiful tomorrow!!

Rachel Taylor in this month's Vogue.
And noooo as you can see I didn't buy the mag! Just lusted over the pics of Rach
here and then googled and downloaded them at home.

I just want her hair! Is that too much to ask?!

I obsessed and frantically looked online for salons to call in the morning. I had a breakfast date at 9.30am so got distracted and couldn't make my appointment call  (which I'd been waiting to do since 5am that morning) because I was running late to brekky. Flummoxed I went to my friends place and begged him to do my hair and make me feel like a special birthday girl. The funny thing is that as soon as he said he would, my anxiety subsided. It's that crazy need and want making me all nuts again about the silliest thing!


God being a girl is tough!


Anyway, my lesson to myself (and maybe others!) for the day is: Don't freak out. We don't all have friends that are make-up or hair artists but seriously we are all beautiful and to be honest, if our teens and twenties weren't for learning how to spruce ourselves to the best of our ability in any situation, who knows WHAT they were for. 


Sure, we all need maintenance from time to time (as per hairy gorilla post) but I guarantee as soon as you go out and meet the friends or whomever you are going out to see, you'll forget all about what you were worrying about solo at home. 

See... not too shabby... and the vintage poster I got
for a pressie made me cry and ruined my make-up anyway!