A RAMBLING SPEECH

Yes, it's that time of the year again. Summer vacation is almost there (sounds much more fun than I am buried under a pile of books) and I'm typing like crazy to finish my dissertation in time. If I could sign for some extra hours a day, I would. But since that's not an option, blogging is set aside for this moment.

But I couldn't resist to leave you with some facts about me that don't matter at the end of the day.

I daydream a lot through the day. I am obsessed with everything Parisian. I treat my cat like it's my child. I am a Pinterest addict. I love the smell of books. My zodiac sign is Gemini. I don't have too many friends. I love working out. I always talk to myself. I'm inspired by timeless beauties like Audrey Hepburn, Grace Kelly, Jane Fonda and Brigitte Bardot. For no reason, I always wake up at 6am. Someday I want to live in Paris. I'm very tidy. I have a weak spot for interior design. I love the products of The Body Shop. I have telephonophobia, the fear of talking on the phone. Lana Del Rey is tha bomb. My favorite color is blue. I don't watch tv. I study philosophy. I believe in love at first sight. My favorite Friday nights are the ones I spend at home getting lost in a book. I am an only child, but always had lots of imaginary friends. I hate bare nails. I don't need to go outside, drama always finds its way to me. My favorite foods are pasta and sushi. I can't go to bed without first washing my face and teeth. My signature perfume is Chanel Noir. I hate cooking, so I don't. I talk to my mum every single day. I always carry a bottle of water with me because I don't drink tap water. I want to travel the world. I love to watch reruns of Sex & The City. I cut my hair short last week. I always start my day with a green smoothie. I am still figuring out what to do with my life but someday I want to be a writer. Oh, and I love drinking red wine.

Very interesting, I know, it just happens to be my life.

SUMMER LONGINGS

Vogue, November 1950.

"Hello, is it me you're looking for?"

Hi Lionel, I love to meet you someday. But for today I only long to see the sunlight in my hair and getting actually sun-kissed instead of using the out-of-a-bottle solution a thousand times.

...

May wanted to go on a vacation and instead of trading shifts with July or August, the bitch convinced October to switch. Let's say he's doing it with conviction. Cold temperatures, pouring rain, freezing wind; it feels like we're in the midst of fall in Belgium. 

But let's stay positive. 

1.

My moving abroad dreams and visions about marrying a very rich man, like Leonardo Dicaprio (that man just has to settle once...), that maintains my new life overseas are getting so much easier to defend to total strangers.

2.

It's pseudo fall, so you can pseudo act like it. Daydreaming, drinking hot chocolates and eating casseroles (can't do, may challenge), staying in your pajamas all day, staying in bed all day, catching up with all tv-shows and magazines and keeping up with the "new in" pages of all online shopping brands, which ultimately totally sucks. Because what's fun about looking at pictures of models wearing the bikinis you just bought (look and drool) instead of wearing them yourself with sunny weather?

Sometimes a positive attitude is so overrated. 

I'm off switching my breezy May personality into my dark October alter ego.

Bye.

Okay, taking that goodbye back, October-me is too grumpy for that.

SHORT HAIR, LONG DAYDREAMS

Marloes Horst for Vogue Australia.

I'm feeling very discombobulated lately. 

Which is equivalent to I'm coveting short hair. 

Regardless my winning 'never have I ever had short hair' line while playing the infamous drinking game, I want to make the plunge and get rid of some inches.

Those who say: "long hair is much cooler", are so right. I mean, you can have fun with it, let it down, twist it, mousse it (okay, not too much with the moussing), do up-dos, let it get tangled and knotted thanks to the wind, spend hours blow drying it, find it back in your food (yummie), get it caught in your zippers every single time...

FUN!

So back to the not-so-sudden appearance of my crazy idea, and the incredibly sound argument that any woman with things to do on her agenda can't spend her entire life with her hair down. That's just not possible.

I'm thinking about cutting the long bob. Unfortunately I've never found a beautiful example of it gone right with a blonde. So I already wanted to store it back in my box filled with unrealized ideas. Until the picture above showed up in my life. This photo of Marloes Horst on the cover of Vogue Australia is so awesome I'm thinking about tattooing it all over my body just in case...

The thing that I'm wondering though is whether or not you have this kind of hair in real life? 

Or am I swimming too deeply in the deep-end of some fashion pool to realize that a long bob like that is just going to make me look like a new member of Hanson in 1997?

If that’s the case, I’m begging you, please tell me.

Just write mmmbop and I’ll understand.