TOURNEE

Today before burlesque rehearsal I'll go see this movie:

RED, RUST AND SOPHISTICATED BEIGE

Eddi commented that I've been wearing this jacket in every outfit-related post recently "Are you going to wear it again?" But I have been wearing it so, well, yes, that's it.

The jacket, beret and the skirt are vintage, the rest is old.

And that's it for the tones of red and rust, now off with the beret; here's the sophisticated beige.

Yes, I've coloured my hair in something of my own, natural colour, so I can let it grow out in peace without having to be dyed all the time.

The biggest part of my hair project, the huge sacrifice.
After a year or so of ultra-caring salon products, priorin-vitamins my hair still kept breaking and I knew this was the only thing to be done in order to restore it - there has been almost a decade of bleach and silver shampoo (not to mention those five years of heavy perming before) weakening it, although it did not show until about a year ago. I guess too little sleep and too much stress, both physical and emotional has had it's share too (it's rough doing three jobs from time to time and it's not always easy having a man that comes with a farm, two children and an ex-wife either to name some of the factors :)

But anyway, takes some time to get used to and every now and then I feel devastated, but it's also rather nice, more calm.

KASHMIR AND THE COLD HARBOUR

In late 2006 the company I worked for merged with another one and I started working in a new harbour. Our work teams split up and all routines and systems were new. It was cold and dark late November and we supervised a freight ship that took hours to load, sometimes having to stay at work until two in the night. I was waiting for my winter gear to arrive and froze in my short workwear jacket and rather tight pants (asa they are designed for men there's not a lot of space for the trunk-junk) and hated the fact that the stevedores were checking out my derrière. One of my old colleagues had made a mix CD that we kept in our work van and listened to trough the night. I hated that period and I missed my old work mates.


This song was on the CD and every time I hear it it makes me think of cold those dark nights in the harbour, the cold wind, rusty ship and the big waves splashing up on berth. And now I almost miss that!