For the last 18 years I have been constantly on the move. Lived in 8 different countries; moved, packed and unpacked countless times; never owned more than what I could carry. Until three years ago that is, when we moved to Montreal and bought a house.
Bosnians of my generation will tell you that we have a very hard time committing to real estate what with the war and all the destruction we've seen. Rather, we believe in a good passport and money in the pocket. So needless to say buying a house felt like a big, fat
Whether it is my gypsy soul getting restless or plain and simple mid-life crisis, but lately I have been wanting for a change. Since my real estate is keeping me firmly in place, I had no other choice but to chop off my hair.
Has it worked? Indeed it has - I feel younger and (strangely) taller. It also helps that my man love is over the moon with the new coif possibly because I sported an angled bob when he first met me.
Next stop: blond(er) town.
blazer: Club Monaco
pants: Helene Birman
shoes: Michael Kors
bag: Maurizio Taiuti