Breaking Out From Bedlam

Remember the Hotrod Hayride? Remember that guy Rick? Well we took a little weekend away to Bedlam Breakout in Northampton. What's more romantic than psychobilly huh? No, in all seriousness it was an ace weekend of music, beer (lots of beer) and new friends.

I'm not a usual frequenter of psychobilly so this was a bit of a shake up for me. Not that I don't like the genre, I do, but it just always fell off my radar - probably pushed off by my first love, rockabilly!  I first saw a psychobilly band at Vintage @ Goodwood back in 2010, and I was lucky enough to see the same band at Bedlam. Long Tall Texans never fail to disappoint! The other highlights included Sunday night's head-liner Nekromantix, The Sharks, and The Epileptic Hillbillies.

A drunk man wanted to take a photo of us - I think that shows...

There is another Bedlam Breakout in March and I'm sure I'll be there!

Seeing Red.

You may have noticed that I've been blonde for a while now, almost six months! Far too long by my reckoning! Two weeks ago I decided it was time for a change. The original plan was to have vibrant orange hair with streaks of cerise and red flashing through it but I seem to have got a bit lost in translation. I combined tangerine and mandarin together thinking I'd get the dream colour however it came out a bright red and the pink was a bit lost. The fella later pointed out that maybe mandarin was not the fruit but the Chinese variety instead...whoops! A few washes later the tangerine/mandarin has faded out (no pictures of that as of yet, apologies) to a kind of salmon colour, and the red and pink are much more prominent now.

Jodi and I are a colourful pair!

Once this has faded I think I might stick with being a red head for a while, maybe turning down the auburn route a la Geena Davis in A League Of Their Own? Thoughts on a postcard please!

The Quest Continues...

Oh, woe to me. Ever since moving to Liverpool I have yet to find the perfect hairdresser. I know these things are hard to find but I thought in this city famous for its beautiful people, it'd be easy. How wrong could I be? They seem obsessed with short layers and 'curly blows'. I have learnt in the four hair cuts by four different hairdressers (who shall remain nameless) that when they ask if you want some volume in your hair, it should be translated as "Do you want to look like an extra from Footballers' Wives?". In three years that doesn't sound like I've had very many cuts but I always dreaded having my hair done so much here that I'd wait until I was back in the South and in safe hands.

Two of the four had nothing wrong with their cutting skills, but their eyes and ears need some adjusting. Both of these times I have asked for a Fearne Cotton style bob (see image below) but both times I have walked out with the same hair cut - both being completely not what I want. I can hear your crying "why did you leave the salon then?". Well, I leave the salon (and then write sour blogs on the subject) because it takes me a while to realise that this is completely wrong. For instance today, since running my hands through it, brushing it, and generally eyeing it up in the mirror, I have concluded that I need at least another inch off the front and preferably an inch to an inch and a half off the back. The layers are way too short, giving it that dreaded (by me) curly blow look, where as I wanted them to be there but very subtle as to give the bob - yes, bob, not medium cut with layers - a blunt look.

The Fearne Cotton bob I wanted...

And what I left with...

(Apologies for image quality)

It's a shame because the hairdresser that cut my hair today was really lovely and talented with her scissors, however it is obvious that she is set in the style that she is familiar with. I am currently sat in rollers praying to the gods of hair that I can style it into a style I'm more comfortable with for the mean while, but its way too long for what I asked for.

And so, with that, I am booking myself into a salon that a friend has recommended to me on the fly to see if they can sort it out for me. If that fails...well I'll just have to leave the city.