COUSIN IT

Time for the annual hair cut. The mane has become pretty uncontrollable so I thought I'd manipulate this one last time. Usually I can genuinely roll out from my duvet and go as the bed-head look seems to manifest itself whatever I do, but as of tomorrow I'll probably actually have to make an effort. Ah, grooming; I'm almost looking forward to when I can revert back to the 'why bother' notion. I'll upload some pictures of the new 'do once I get over sulking at my lack of hair-fuzz and realise that I can now lift my head properly. So long face-coverage worthy of Cousin It.

Again, photography courtesy of bro.

TWEET-TWOOOO

I caved. I am now the owner of a Twitter account. I see this going one of two ways: a) I will become heavily addicted and/or follow ridiculous people or b) I will try to use it, fail to use it and give up in a grump whilst angsting over how technology is foolish and its only purpose is to frustrate me. Stayed tuned for my impending tweet-tweeting to establish which path of decline I inevitably stumble down, or - God help me - Tumblr down. And there are more bad internet related puns where that came from.

LISTED - WUNDERBAR!

Roll up, roll up, come and see the exciting spectacle that is the listing of myself as a contributor for modaCYCLE publications. Several squeals of excitement erupted when my editor sent me the link. Indeed, it is the European site, meaning that my articles are likely to be translated into German, but published is published. If it means I have the opportunity to go to London Fashion Week, then I will by all means be embracing the laderhosen and sauerkraut.

THE HIGHER THE HAIR, THE CLOSER TO GOD

When this quote first entered my radar, the likes of Doris Day and Dolly Parton came to mind. Day in all her virginal coyness, Parton in her hairspray doused glory. To me, they embodied the two ends of the quote's spectrum - yet there was no edgy in-between. Hence today's experimentation: piled high mane, vamped lips and loose white shirt. Needless to say, I didn't feel very heavenly, but that was always unlikely after a day blasting out Jimi Hendrix's best.

Many thanks to my bruuuuutherr, whom I have designated photographer/bitch for the summer.

WINGING IT

It would appear that everyone now blogs, tumbles and tweets. I've attempted Tumblr, but that fell into disrepair after boredom got the better of me. Next, a turn at blogging - not once but twice, each being angrily deleted when the initial momentum subsided. So a third, and final, go. I recently attended London Fashion Press Week, and it was there that someone inquired as to whether I blogged. I felt slightly embarrassed to admit that no, I did not. It became apparent to me in that moment how useful a tool blogging is in our modern day networking catalogue. An email address can get you so far, but a html? Why, that's instant access to what is essentially an online showcase of musings. I intend for TGW to be just that: a portfolio of writing, styling and general jibber-jabber, with hopefully a degree of longevity. For the time being, I'll leave the Tumblring to my younger sister and Twitter to everyone else - I'd rather extend my blogging wings than chirpily tweet and ruffle feathers in a 140 character limit. Just saying.