Wanting what I can’t have is a great personality flaw of mine, yes I have several, maybe even hundreds but this classic jealous streak, which I can only attach to the colour of my eyes is annoying and at times self destructive.
Today my bloody green eyes are making me lust after something I think every woman lusts after at least once in their life and that’s long hair.
Not just long unkempt locks, but full flowing, bouncing around in the sunshine, shiny, glossy, Rapunzel! Rapunzel! let down your hair kind of locks.
Yes people, in short, I want to look like a Kardashian and I aint afraid to say it.
My hair, like a lot of ladies, is victim to the modern day morning torture chamber routine of dying, blow drying, straightening, crimping, the works. It’s because of this my hair sits limply at my collar bone, refusing to budge another inch because it knows it’s about to get another round in the torture chamber, heating up to the max.
I know that I’m not going to find an overnight cure that will make my hair grow another 4 inches overnight (despite all those spam emails telling me about inch growth) but for now there’s one very promising option, hair extensions.
Now I’ve been down this road before, not so long ago after a disastrous mullet style bob courtesy of Toni & Guy (we’ve all been there I’m sure) I went through several cheap sets of clip in hair extensions. I look back at photos, cringe at the mismatched colour and the ratty ends of these poor shoddy clip ins that needed shoving in the bin and not paraded around London night clubs.
This time it’ll be different right? I’ll end up like one of these ladies won’t I?
These green eyes are saying YES! I’m doing it, clip ins are the way forward, add to shopping cart, done.
I can always unclip them…
Pictures (from top to bottom) Flickr, Necole Bitchie (hilarious name) Tumblr, Kelly Moore and Tumblr