Why Yes, I Did Cut My Own Hair!

Long story short, I burned my hair a few weeks ago when I was bleaching my roots.
I left the bleach in too long and it kinda sizzled both my brain AND my hair.
Truth is, I got really distracted reading fabulous blogs and couldn't tear myself away from the 'puter.
So when I got back from the Gold Coast early last week, I decided I couldn't stand living with a floor mop on my head and hacked most of the shite off.
I used barber's scissors to razor cut it like I normally do, but just hacked deeper.
Why didn't I go to a hairdresser?
Because I've never found one that gives good head (massage), can remain mute for the ENTIRE appointment and charges forty bucks instead of $280.

I'm sure even Limahl had a bad hair day/year/decade.
Carni gals haven't got time for freakin' hairdressing appointments anyway.
They're too busy adjusting their underwear, perfecting their routines, sewing costumes and flirting with the tattooed man.

Skirt and metal necklaces - gifted by Mrs D of Hello the Mushroom Birdie anklets - gifted by soon-to-be-blogger, Tra-la-la Headband, bag, green necklace - craft markets Pink necklace - gifted by Vespa princess, Krista Bangles - thrifted and gifted Vintage bra - Etsy shop, Auvergne Memories Pink sunnies - Etsy VW Melissa Wedges - Melissa sale Oh and there's the circus fan mail to stay on top of too.
The delicious Mrs D of Hello the Mushroom sent me a parcel of joy and I actually squealed at the sight of the goodies.
Well that's the response one expects from a parcel of joy isn't it?
Included was a gorgeous crocheted collar she made herself and lots of hair clips and badges for The Stylist - which she has snaffled and is making good use of.
There were VERY cute brooches that I adore!
Mrs D also sent me a 1970s frock, two skirts and a cotton shirt.
Happy dance!
Thank you so much darling woman!
But wait, there's more!
Tra-la-la has been a kind reader and hilarious commenter here on Pull Your Socks Up! for a long spell and informs me that 2013 is the year she's probably going to take the plunge and start her own blog - YAAAAAAY!
She sent me this freakin' awesome Vivienne Westwood Red Nose Day t-shirt and I nearly pee'd my pants with excitement!!

Miss Simmonds Says and I have been planning our "dream wedding", which includes her in a Marie Antoinette gown, me decked out in head-to-toe fairy lights and doggies running wild.
I think all the guests should wear Red Nose nipple pasties and ideally we'd have birthday girl, Helga von Trollop leap out of a giant cake and do her thaaaaaaaaaaang.
You're invited.

Tra-la-la also sent me these birdie anklets, which I've been wearing non-stop and adorable goodies including the "Perfect" prefect's badge.
Thank you adorable woman!
I had a wee window of time during the week to fly through the op shops and grabbed this  woven cotton bag ... 
... in which these two wee bags were housed.
Three for the price of one - bonus.
Snaffled by The Stylist.
Honestly, I nearly fell over myself to grab this two-meter length of 1970s cotton fabric for a buck. Eeeeeeeeeeeeep! I can't help myself when I see pure cotton vintage sheets.
They come home with mama.
One of my favorite junk shops had enormous crochet cushions for four bucks each.
Here are pics of both sides of the round one, it's soooooooooooo comfy and squishy!

It needed a friend and The Stylist and I both gasped and grabbed with snatching hands at this treasure.
Whenever I look at it, I think of Sarah Misfit and hope her beautiful beach shack remains intact in the midst of the wildfires that threaten her paradise home.


Wee lassie dressing up in mama's best gear, complete with giant bow and hair flowers - my kinda gal.
She really should be gracing a wall, not mopping up our dishes.

I've never been able to resist Kiwi kitsch and this tea towel is no exception.
Oh and I found this beautiful needlework evening bag with pansies on both sides.
That darling bag, she just thkweemed and thkweemed and thkweemed to come home with me.
I understand girly tanties.

Here's a lovely hair orgy for you to enjoy.

Oh c'mon you know you want to, no-one's watching.