summer draining

The last dregs of summer are finally draining away and a new colder breeze is settling in.

Noses are pinking and layers are beginning to be piled on. 

I had to wear a jacket today

That made me sniffle a bit.

Sixth form has rolled on in, every day is my best day (though I am favoring my two lesson Tuesdays). I'm also steadily putting on winter fat from the copious amounts of Gregg's sausage rolls I've been eating. 

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So I've finally done it.

Dyed my hair pink. 

After about 20% deliberation and 80% madness, I purchased 'shocking pink', and had the tips of my hair dip dyed. 

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My local store 'Brilliant' very kindly stocked stargazer-products so half way onto success I bought 'Shocking Pink'. How daring, tehe 

Ignoring the instructions I left the dye on for 50 minutes, instead of 30. Of course then I had to rinse it, and a lot came out, but after a slight panic the colour was still really bright. 

Of course all was well until I went and washed my hair. 

Waking up from my bath-time nap to be surrounded by fluorescent pink water is quite surprising.

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Now question time. You know how blonds are nearly always the first to go in a horror movie, and  brunettes seem to be the ones with greatest longevity. So where, avec pink hair, does it put me?

Cause you know things like this need to be considered, hehe.

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As y'all know, considerable time and money was spent en land o' France, and some sort of additional pictorial evidence is very much needed. 

First is 'The Dress'.

She is perfection in a navy tapestry form. With her slight French accent and cool cat quaffed demeanor she fits like a second skin and is the perfect length for autumn. I always wanted just one of those dresses, like in 'How to Marry a Millionaire' which didn't have to have piles of accessories or flashy shoes to complete it, it could just singularly convey equal beauty just by itself. And I found her. My love Cherie! 

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Proceeding Cherie, my 'punch party in the jungle' jumpsuit.  I think my naming skills are just increasing with time. 

The PPJ was found in a delightful little  vintage shop, just round the corner from our apartment. I was actually gawking at the prices, they were so cheap, especially for beautiful one off vintage pieces, it was like an 80's Primark, but with a gob-smacking 2€ swimsuit pile and a menagerie of kick ass boots. I literally squealed when I found she was only 15€!

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Finally after PPJ I spied a delicately printed maxi dress covered in lovely sky blue flowers. Oh if I were a bee I would be very attracted to her. Or maybe a butterfly...

She has an unforgiving nature though. A slight undergarment crease and you may as well walk around with a Vegas style sign pointing to it. Though that might just be my heighten paranoia, but her 5€ price forgives all.

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Sixth Form is proving to be slightly difficult. The uniform rules have cracked down on us like an iron fist, an whilst I do get to enjoy the lovely popcorn smells of the sixth-form center and the utility of, not two but three microwaves, I still am not allowed to bare shoulder or more than a third of my thigh. 

So choosing what to wear each night is getting hard, as nearly all of my wardrobe save a few pieces, would make my teacher cry. 

So naturally I went and blow all my dosh on some scary heels. 

Hehe, they make me feel like a lumberjack. 

Actually I was going to marry a lumberjack when I was younger, maybe its my woodland dreams bursting through the aching sores which are now my ankles. 

haha, maybe 

xox Eve-Rei

p.s, I got tickets to LONDON FASHION WEEKEND, an occasion so great it can only be expressed through capitals! If anyone else is going on the Sunday, maybe I might see you there! I'll be the weirdo with the silly starstruck look on my face.

pp.s Also I just wanted to share this video with you all. As a proud owner of now 7 cats, it really pulled at my heart strings