Apology time – I know I haven’t kept up with my blogs for quite a long time but I promise now that I’m going to be a lot more committed to them and am going to aim to put them up at least every fortnight but I’ll see how it goes. Anyway, I’m back now and here’s my 3rd blog:
Earlier on I was reading through my first couple of blogs and read the line “all I want this blog to be is me, telling you what it’s really like” and I realised that I actually haven’t yet. So I thought; that’s what today’s blog is going to be.
Now I’m asking myself: what is it really like?
I’ve never been to the hairdressers,
I’ve never owned a hair-dryer,
I’ve never had a bad hair day
I never had that famous thought: “when I’m big I want to be a hairdresser” but I did want to be a princess: –
and I made a wonderful princess, if I do say so myself!,
and trust me the list goes on but let’s save the rest for future blogs (because I have to keep you coming back somehow ;))
but I never cared about any of that. I cared about not being able to have a high ponytale like all of my friends did at the age of ten. I cared about not being ale to brush my fringe back with a hair band because the net would show (but for all the little drama queen’s who are out there now, some bright spark has created a solution to that in the form of a monofilament wig with a natural hair-line!), I cared about not being able to join the conversation about what haircut to have, I cared about having to wear an itchy net on my head all day.
So the next question always is; What did I do?
Well, I cried, I complained and then I got on with it! You know; “Why does it have to be me” but “well, it could be worse”. Everyone’s said it, you all know the feeling! Hence how I learnt I’m not that different, my problems just come in different forms. For example, I remember being on holiday about 5 years ago and I was jealous of this girl who had beautiful hair and their was me in an awful swimming cap – you know the ones! I cried, complained – You know; “Why does it have to be me” etc and then I found out that she was jealous of my gorgeous tanned skin (yes – I’m that one person that tan’s instantly and has never been burnt! Oh, and just to top it off, I don’t have hair on my arms or legs either – never shaved but still as smooth as a baby’s bum, just one of the many perks. Be jealous!) but anyway, she was wondering “why does it have to be her with the pale skin” and then I thought; “Hey, things could be worse”.