Bye Bye Blondie

So my nickname is Snow, my family have called me that for as long as I can remember and its so ingrained in our extended family and friends that my Uncle only just learnt my real name in the past 5 years. The snow is of course linked to the fine white hair that I was blessed with and the blonde that has become me the rest of my years. I've never not been blonde and my hair seemed to escape the wrath of my teenage years with only a few purple and blue wash-out episodes. Being chesty and blonde is something I own. It's a cliche but I own it with all my Hooters tshirt wearing might. So this challenge was a little bit of a mystery to me and how I would feel about looking different. From a complete vanity view I was of course wondering how much of what I believe makes me look nice be linked to the colour of my tresses. The new hair colour was a bit of a loss to me, I had always thought warm brown for winter was attractive but not really sure it would be vibrant enough for me to still feel like me. Leaving it to the professionals was the best bet and providing them carte blanche to do as they will had my colourist salivating. Thats how I ended up with Copper Hair, also known as ginger, gingher or plain fanta pants. You dont realise what you look like until you walk past a window or mirror, it's at these times when i double check and remember its me not Ronald Mcdonald walking along the street. In all honesty though I must admit its liberating, and exciting and mainly a pretty cool feeling to just be trying something different. I am not sure i rock the red and Fi is definitely missing her blondie but i have opened my eyes a little more and like getting a tattoo or piercing this colouring could be addictive. Next step, round two to try out a warmer brown but with the aim to be back as blonde kat by summer.

Huge amounts of debt is cool

So, originally when i first wrote "The 30" list i put in a few big ticket items that i really really hoped would happen but were a possible no go. The biggest of them all being buying a house....

So guess what.... I bought a house! well we did, but still I DID, same dif...

Some of you may be thinking this all happened a bit to quickly and nicely but after 8 months of looking and 5 lost auctions with interior design daydreams smashed on the sidelines i had almost but given up home.

That was of course until the shining star of being given a break in the Melbourne property market actually meant that I was able to find something, and even more, bid and win it. Well kinda. So the auction was yet another butterfly stomach day with the dread of having to walk away and start again still in my mouth. I allowed myself to wander the property beforehand and allow only the smallest of creative ideas to bloom away but mainly i tried to see the flaws so that if we lost out I would be able to remember why it wasnt "the one".

As beforementioned the gods were smiling and after a laborious negotiation of approximately an hour after the auction we got the golden handshake of congratulations. It was a sweaty tug of war between Fi and I, the realestate agent and the interstate owners but we managed to get what we think was a fair place and then out came the tape measure.

Anyway now all the exciting parts are of course back on track which is decorating the place! I am happy to report that there is space for the pole, albeit only to give up an allocated dining area (seriously who needs a dining table anyway? more trouble than they are worth). The walk in robe is probably one of my best happy places, and I am comfortable with sharing approximately 30% of it. :)

The rooftop is pretty spesh, with 360 views of the city to the beach, st kilda, the MCG and all inbetween It will be somewhere enjoyed A LOT. The only question is how to extend it and get a spa up there and a hawaiian themed bar with built in karaoke machine?.

Anyway another exciting tick on the list.

On other updates you will be happy to know that BOTH tattoo consultation and hair appointment are booked....eeek.