Saturday, 11 February 2017

Structure in My New Hair Cut

When the natural hair wave swept every kinky, coily, curly, nappy haired melanated sphere via the internet and it's ultimate university YouTube, I stepped out of the regimen of hair manageability called relaxers. I discussed in this post from 2012 OR 2013 when I chopped off all my struggling hair.








I am your typical lazy natural. I deep conditioned first on wash day, shampoo, scalp condition (because my scalp is a diva and it needs extra care), rinse that out, apply another conditioner and then leave it to dry. At 60% dry, I apply a leave-in conditioner and put it away in twists until they dry. That's it. All the fandangled cornucopia of rod sets and braid outs are lost on me. I cant hack it. That is not how I want to spend my time and I have seen enough waist length and ankle length check of out cotton dense crowns on other humans to know that I can do it when I want to. So now, I need structure.





Structure, other throwing a wig on, which is never big enough when store bought and leads to migraines until I yank it off in relief at the end of the day or a head band. No offences but after high school, a head band on my 30 year old mane feels very unsophisticated and I need all the sophisticated put-togetherness to my outlook and physicality to take on the dreams I am actualising. I cant still be hang up, whether a headband looks good to a prospective client meeting. I can boss up in a head band, and they aren't even Blair Waldorf cute.

So I got a colour and a haircut. 

At  VicUnit's barbering shop/salon in Wood Green. A tapered full edgy dark blue mane which has been on my brain for the past 2 years. Ladies, gentlemen and AIs, all I wished for 2017 is to do what said I would do. 

I got the haircut. I dyed my hair blue black


Until later,
Love 
Vesta
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Wednesday, 25 January 2017

ALL OF THE LIGHTS WITH CANARY WHARF LIGHTS FESTIVAL


-2℃
On a typical London night, you won't catch me in these streets but there's a dent in my sofa and I couldn't find my remote  control so I stepped out to see all of the lights, a Winter Arts Festival in the money zone Canary Wharf.








It is a yearly arts festival installed by artists to draw out people like me who won't do anything unless it's summer and obviously because lights can only be seen in the dark.





This Winter Lights Festival is running till the 27th January, 2017. Go, light up and have some fun. We
sure did!



Until later,
Love,
Vesta
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Thursday, 5 January 2017

Ease Into It.

But still do the most.



2016 left us wounded on a scale where the quantity of new year new me's on my feed was definitely not much. People would rather just be about their business now rather than shout it from the rooftops or basically post it on Instagram or tweet it.




So we are just easing into it, no lists published but the quiet and determined perhaps nonchalant mode of basically keeping calm and carrying on.



It is a fierce and comfortable pair of well worn converses, a pair of joggers and a burgundy sweatshirt. In the rain at 2 ℃ weather compounded with icy rain and you just stand there and do what you said you would. Shoot pictures for the blog.











So get into the year, not as hard as you would have but strong and purposeful. 

Get into it

Ease into it

Until later,
Love,
Vesta
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