I haven’t done any swatching in about two weeks now, and rather than tell you why, I’ll just show you.

Waaaah.

Being sick has effed with my immune system big time and my nails are brittle (my hair also looks like doodie, but that’s another story).I’ve got some great stuff sitting on my desk and a new lamp and everything. But alas, it must wait.

I’m having somewhat of a fashion crisis at the moment, which I thought I would share with you all, just to see whether I am crazy or not. well, crazy on this topic at least. I find myself growing tired of my abnormal hair colours. I’ve been dying my hair black on and off for about 12 years now, with red (and pink and blue and green) between extended bouts of black. Right now, my hair is black with a huge red chunk. It’s about an inch or two away from waist length and is DESPERATELY in need of a trim. Seriously gals, I have SO MUCH HAIR. I think it weighs about 25kg or something. It may even be the source of my back pain (although my money would be on these giant cans I’m carrying around – thanks Mum). I try and do stuff with it, and what I end up doing is twisting it up into a bun and not much else.

Scarily enough I’ve been the same with my makeup and EVEN my nails. I’m wearing the tiniest smudge of mascara today and nothing else (makeup wise – I did remember pants… today). I didn’t even slop on some lip gloss! My (beloved) RBL ONS mani has chips and tipwear! Preposterous! At least my ChG Frostbite toes look passable, but only because I forced myself to remove the remaining Zoya Robyn from my big toes (it was all that was left of a 2 month old pedi) on Sunday night.

Ladies, I hate to say this being a beauty blogger and all, but I think I have a dreaded case of Beauty Boredom.

As far as I am aware, there’s only one cure for that. It’s to change as much as you possibly can. I’m talking super awesome 80′s-style-montage-lets-do-a-makeover-slumber-party fare. Julie Brown would flounce into a brightly lit hair salon called “Curl Up And Dye” wearing a gym top and some kind of tutu telling me I needed to be a brand new girl. Then a whole bunch of salon attendants and customers would dance while someone waxed my chooch. Isn’t that how makeovers work?

I’m even *gulp* thinking about brown hair. I KNOW! It’s so… so… NORMAL! How on earth am I going to feed my exhibitionistic “look at meeee” nature with brown hair?! I know. I know. It’s going to be scary, but we can do this, crazy inner voice. We can achieve this dream.

Does anyone know who this is? Is it a celebrity of some sort? Because, well, she’s hot.Edit. Thanks Nixxy – apparently that’s Alexis Bledel. Here I was thinking that NOT watching the Gilmore Girls was a positive. That’s the kind of hair that I am talking about. I don’t have the blue eyes that would make it pop like this doll, but fingers crossed that my kids get gorgeous baby blues from their father. Then there will be no stopping them. Especially if they get my cheekbones and eyebrows. And rack. What were we talking about?

I’m loving the style and shade of brown that I am seeing on a lot of Korean fashion models at the moment. (Granted my expertise on Korean fashion models dates back to around… say… 30 minutes or so when I started looking for a top like this one on eBay). Now I’m not Korean, nor am I any type of Asian at all – I’m a pasty white girl so I have no idea whether I could pull of something so cute.

But I am indeed intrigued. I am also 90% sure that 3 out of those four pictures are the same girl.

But what could this mean for my wardrobe full of band shirts and chuck taylors? Can I successfully marry Rocker Chick with Korean Cute? Am I just waffling on and I won’t even go so far as to even cut my hair let alone change the colour?

I guess only time will tell.