• All About Fern
  • Eff off, February (March is going to be HUGE)

    February sucked big time. I’m not even being dramatic. It was the worst. I failed at not spending money, I failed at getting a job, and I failed to stay on top of my mental health (without going into details, I missed a couple of days of medication because I “got too busy” and didn’t get my prescription filled when I should have). So. I ended up spending a good chunk of my February crying, fretting, and consuming more sugar than the average 33-year-old woman eats in a year, let alone a month. And now I’m feeling a little bit fat. Again.

    It’s time to leave all that crap behind me.

    Today is the first of March. The first of March makes me happy. It feels like the perfect opportunity to start over; to quit talking about not spending money, and to start talking about other things. More interesting things. For example…

    I’m going to shave my head.

    I’ve always talked about shaving my head. Sometimes seriously, sometimes jokingly, and sometimes just to attract a bit of attention (women wanting to shave their heads tends to be a bit of a show stopper). And though I’ve always promised myself that I’d do it some day, I don’t think I ever once considered doing it that day. For me, head shaving has been a bucket list item that I wasn’t fully prepared to tick off.

    Well, eff it. I’m tired of thinking about it. I’m tired of saying One day. I’m tired of brushing irritating little baby hairs out of my face. I am done with living this hairy headed life.

    When I googled Shave for a Cure this afternoon, I discovered that March is the month. Aucklanders can sign up to get their heads shaved by a “celebrity” (I use quotation marks because this is New Zealand, so it’s bound to be someone lame), while plebs like me can just go along to Farmers where a random person will turn beauties into baldies. It all sounds kind of terrifying; I signed up then and there.

    Yep. I’m actually going through with this.

    There’s a catch, of course (there always is). And it involves money. Your money. If you’ve got some going spare, that is… I hate to ask, because it’s awkward, but the whole point of signing up to Shave for a Cure is to raise money for people with leukaemia and other blood cancers. Maybe you could sponsor me? I set my personal goal at 1k, which is ambitious, I know. But more than 500 people reckon they like me on Facebook. And more than 1,000 people sometimes watch my videos on YouTube. And though I’m sure there’s quite a large overlap there, I feel like I could do it. I think I might be able to raise that much. You gotta set yourself goals, right? How else do you determine whether you’re a winner or a loser?

    So the date’s locked in: I have 22 more days of life with hair, and then that’ll be it. I might look ugly. I might look man-ish. I might wish I hadn’t done it. But whatever happens, it’ll be okay. It’s only hair. It’s not forever. And anyway, none of that matters because there’s no going back now…

    – Fern xxx

    Click here to go through to my Shave for a Cure page. This is where you can show your support by sponsoring me!

    In other (less important) news, this vlog will answer any questions you may have about the aforementioned job that wasn’t…

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  • Mum Life
  • Mum Cuts

    I just received a confirmation email: Tomorrow evening I’m cutting off my hair…


    I’m nervous for a number of reasons. Like, what if I go in for my cut and they discover I actually have nits? (My children catch them at school at least three times a year, so maybe I secretly have them and I just don’t know it. It could happen.) Or maybe I’ll be assigned the apprentice hairdresser who doesn’t really know what they’re doing, and I’ll walk out with a haircut that looks nothing like the styles I’ve pinned to my hairspiration board. Or, and this is the most likely outcome, I’ll wind up sporting a Mum Cut. You know what I’m talking about.

    I’ve seen it happen so many times. Women become mothers and the next thing you know they’ve hacked off their long, youthful locks in favour of a short and unflattering (and I’m hesitant to use this next word) style. I understand the reason behind the haircut, they feel like they don’t have the time to do their hair, and it seems pointless to keep long hair when you’re going to wear it in a messy bun all day everyday for the next 18 years. But I don’t see how cutting it all off is going to fix anything.

    Short hair is just as hard, if not harder, to maintain as long hair. And actually, keeping long hair out of your face by throwing it into a pony or a side plait is both simple and sustainable. Plus you still have the option of straightening or curling it and wearing it loose when (okay, if) you’re going out without your kids. I’m not trying to tell anyone what to do here, but if you don’t have the time or the face for a short ‘do (and some women do, some mums I know look fab with super short hair) then don’t do it. You know, unless you really want to…

    So I’m heading to my appointment with a plan. I’ve searched google for suggestions (long face + fine, straight hair; what’ll work best?) and I’ve come up with a style that I think will work well. A long, straight bob – not too bouncy or angled, very minimal layering, and a side-swept fringe (maybe, I’ll ask the stylist for an opinion on that one, because I definitely don’t want short bangs that I can’t keep out of my eyes). I want my hair to look healthy, and I’m hopeful the style I have in mind will be relatively effortless. I definitely need to have the option of tying it all up too, so I’ll be assuring my hairdresser understands that before she takes out the scissors.

    Will all this planning equal success? Who knows. I’m just keeping my fingers crossed that it’s possible for a 32-year-old mother of four to come away from a hair appointment without a Mum Cut. Wish me luck!

    – Fern xxx

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