I need to care about my blog again...

I have been away from blogging that long that I've started University and settled in, got a job, began my driving lessons, returned to Greece once more and got a tattoo. My blog needs a change and I hope I figure it out soon but for now here is the shortest blog post and me looking like a tourist in my own country.

Remember, happiness is only a hair flip away #3

The 'I got a braid and now being blonde is too boring' era...

I hadn't even been blonde for that long but I was already getting bored of it. My roots were making it look like a mess 24/7 and with the addition of a braid, blonde was just not for me anymore. With Katy Perry as my hair inspiration I went to the hair dressers with the hopes of purple dip dye and walked out with a head full of bright purple hair. If anything it just looked like I had bad roots once again! I don't really regret having it done I think it was just brighter than I expected and with it being middle of winter I looked so pale it was disgusting *insert stories here about how I looked dead and would constantly look back at pictures of my blonde hair and cry*. After that it was all downhill, the purple began to fade into a purple/ blue/ yellow colour that was just wrong. I was always complaining about my hair which leads us perfectly onto this final era.

The 'I've ruined my hair colour and need to sort it out' era...

The mix of colours in my hair needed to go. I decided to go back to black, finally my hair seemed to be the same colour although after a while the ends went green. I love having really dark hair but it did look too harsh so I returned to my natural dark brown colour. It was weird seeing my hair like this and once again I became bored with how my hair looked. I wanted to go for an ombre look where I could go back to the blonde colour although this time round would make it more of a caramel and the thought of not having to worry about roots appearing all the time was going to be great. To start with my hairdresser made the different colours so noticeable so I went back and was like girl you need to learn how to blend and now here I am, finally loving my hair colour, trying to make it grow and resisting the urge to dye my hair like Daenerys. 

Remember, happiness is only a hair flip away #2

The 'Every photo from around here should be burnt' era...

Lets begin part two of this hair journey that can only be described as a disaster. I feel like saying I was ginger is wrong, it was orange. God, it was awful. I wanted a really nice caramel colour and ended up with that mess. I then decided to get another perm that failed miserably and left me with the worst frizz imaginable. Then began a thing I had never experienced before, roots. I'm so lazy when it comes to my hair I just cannot be bothered to keep up with dying it. I try to fool myself into believing it wasn't as bad in real life but then I remember it probably looked worse. I don't really know what else to say about the hair that makes me want to burn every photo apart from the fact I live in fear of ever leaving the hairdressers looking like that again. 

The 'I never wanted light hair but kind of love it' era...

These were the good days. I cut my hair a bit shorter and managed to calm down the frizz, life was good but the colour needed to go. The ginger was finally gone and we begin the journey of me becoming blonde where all I cared about was purple shampoo. For a while I was kind of caught in between being ginger and blonde and decided I was going to go for it, I was going to become blonde. When I was younger I never ever thought I would have light hair so going to this shade was very strange to me but I loved it. After overdosing on brightening shampoo and two weeks under the Greek sun parts of my hair were becoming white and surprisingly it looked nice. Around this time I fell in love with curling my hair although roots were constantly a problem. After a week my dark roots would appear and they would look 100 times worse because of how light the rest of it was now. I do miss having blonde hair it seems to be more interesting although obviously I didn't feel this way at the time because my next and final hair journey post will show how 18 year old me thought it was a good idea to dye my hair purple that resulted in me looking like I had just risen from the dead. 

Remember, happiness is only a hair flip away #1

I cannot believe I am going to do this but in my 19 years on this planet I've gone through my fair share of different hair styles. It seems that my hair posts are my most popular on this blog and thought maybe it's time to gather all my different looks and create a series from it. Let's begin from the very beginning. 

The 'I don't care about hair' era...

You should all feel blessed I am sharing these photos with you. They show a very young me that didn't care about hair, make up or anything else to do with appearances really. Until I was 13 the only thing that changed with my hair was whether I had a fringe or not, let's not discuss the time the dog groomer cut my hair. I always felt my hair was too thin to do anything with and my natural colour was just a bit boring. When I was 13 I dyed my hair Red and I guess this is where my hair journey begins. After this I found back combing and realised that my hair didn't have to sit flat against my head; having long hair meant the back combing would drop out really quickly so I decided to do the thing most people regret and I cut my hair. I never really regretted it, when it was long it looked like rats tails at the bottom and for the first time in my life it felt thicker. I was 15 when I cut my hair, I probably just of just left it alone then. 

The 'My hair is so thin, surely a perm won't damage it too much' era...

And here begins the dark days. The days of the perm. Don't get me wrong I loved my spiral perm but after I decided to have three of them my hair was wrecked. 16 year old me didn't know how to handle it, as someone who didn't care about hair to now have this challenge of a new look everyday brought difficulties to my life. I thank the perm though, it stopped my hair from being so thin and could actually look full. Next came the frizz days that are still hanging around today. Yep, my hair was officially ruined. No matter how much I straightened it, it looked awful but this isn't the lowest part on my hair journey. Next came the decision to dye my hair black, have a long bob and cut a fringe in all at once. I quite liked it, I don't think I want it ever again but it wasn't too bad. I think it just made me look ill and moody all the time which is something I didn't like. I've really enjoyed making this post and just wait until you see the actual mess that happened next on this mad journey that is my hair. 

I missed being blonde...

Ever since I dyed my hair in November last year I missed being blonde. I never realised how much it made me love my hair although it made me hate my roots just as much. I thought this would be the best mix of being a blonde/ caramel colour at the ends but keep natural roots. It's no where near as blonde as last time and I think I actually prefer this. It's going to be perfect for summer and finally I no longer look like I'm about to die or constantly ill; I need to accept that sadly dark hair makes me too pale. Right now I'm just trying to find a way to style it and return to my great love that is purple shampoo, wish me luck. 

Birmingham, Manchester and everything else..

My love for photography seems to have returned fully now and with my art foundation coming to an end I won't have time to be making posts as much as I would hope. I thought  instead about sharing a more photo diary based series and see how it goes. I love when other bloggers do this kind of post, wish me luck. 

It's a Big World Out There

With two weeks in Greece booked for the summer I couldn't be much happier right now. This summer is going to be an extremely long one and I hope to fit a lot into it. I'm hoping that I can travel a bit more this year, even if it's just exploring more that the UK has to offer. I'm also going to start sharing more of my photography from my travels, when you take over 1000 photos in Rome you have a lot to share. There is a chance to win two weeks in Italy on my course; if I won it that would mean two weeks in Greece right after two weeks in Italy, that sounds like perfection to me. Wish me luck.

35 things that happened in 2014...

2014 has been a strange year for me. It's been mixed with the joy of returning to Greece and meeting Paul Wesley again with the horror that was my A levels. Although, this year has been 100% better than 2013 and I already have plans to make 2015 a good year. I seem to be terrible at making lists although wanted to share 35 memorable things I did this year; I felt listing the memories that revolve around me and my friends being weird probably wouldn't fit very well here. Here's to 2015, wish me luck. 

1. Dyed my hair blonde. 

2. Returned to Greece
3. Finished my A levels, thank god. 
4. Started an art foundation. 
5. Joined a gym. 
6. Went to a Drake concert. 
7. Created this blog. 
8. Went to my third Vampire Diaries convention. 
9. Purchased One Direction tickets. 
10. Lost a lot of weight. 
11. Finally saw Ed Sheeran live
12. Read a lot more. 
13. Dyed my hair purple / blue.
14. Convinced myself Paul Wesley and Steven R McQueen were in love with me after meeting them again. 
15. Realised I wanted to do ceramics at uni. 
16. Acted like a 6 year old by getting a braid that I kept in for way too long. 

17. Went to Free Radio live aka the best / funniest concert of my life. 
18. Became obsessed with Buffy the Vampire Slayer
19. Finally visited London after living in England for almost 19 years. 
20. Become a better roller skater, this needs to be improved further next year. 
21. Worked out everyday for 7 months. 
22. Had art work shown in an exhibition. 
23. Went to Disney on Ice. 
24. Was proud of my A level results. 
25. Became addicted to spin classes. 
26. Went to prom. 
27. Fell in love with 5SOS, I think I might regret sharing this one. 
28. Went to an ice bar. 
29. Became patriotic over the World Cup even though we were terrible as per. 
30. Gave / threw away half of my possessions.  
31. Grew my eyebrows back. 
32. Explored Greece 
33. Turned 19. 
34. Saw the poppies at the Tower of London. 
35. Took my Beyonce obsession to the next level. 

Countdown to Christmas

On Saturday I unexpectedly ended up in Lincoln to see their Christmas market. With One Direction tickets finally purchased and a Christmas jumper as the key feature of my outfit I was ready to be festive. Maybe because I'm from Birmingham I was disappointed; in comparison to our German Market it lacked christmas and was a third of the size. All that aside I thought Lincoln was a lovely place that I would want to return to it in the summer so it wasn't as cold and would be a whole lot quieter. Lincoln Cathedral is one of the prettiest buildings I have ever seen, I would recommend anyone going to look inside at it's  beautiful windows. I still need to become a lot more festive and watch a great amount of christmas movies starting with Home Alone and finishing with Love Actually on Christmas Eve, wish me luck.