Zones

Let me tell you something - comfort zones are not fun. I struggle with mine all the time, because it just makes me feel like a bird trapped in a small golden cage. No matter how hard I flutter my wings, the bars won't yield.
But today one of the bars broke and I'm standing outside of my comfort zone. I present to you, a hair colouring gone bad (but I love it nonetheless):

The reactions on the street are amusing to say the least. Cars stop to let me pass (even when I shouldn't be crossing the street there), bikers nearly turn into that girl from the Exorcist (they don't even try to hide that they're staring) and I don't really know what's going on at this point. Are the people in this country really so alien when it comes to bright hair dye?

The colour of the eyebrows is all lip liner and only applied for this shoot. In reality they don't match my hair colour and you can totally see the red is fake. Ugh. (for the people who don't speak fluent sarcasm - that was sarcasm)

Contemplating a name change. How does Ariël sound? 

Here's a quote that is completely unrelated to everything I just said:

“Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like.”

— Lemony Snicket

Maria.

Autumn Falls

That's what I wanted to call my blog at first - Autumn Falls. But alas, the link was already taken! Calling this blogpost autumn falls is my way of getting over this tragic tragic event.

Eh,
Yes,
Getting to the point.

Even though I'm glad to wrap myself in ten scarfs and pull on five pairs of gloves to match - I'm sad to watch the summer leave. This is the boundary between summer and autumn.

Fact: that is my favorite scarf. I can wrap it around my neck three times and look like a complete idiot. 

I also helped a friend with her school assignment which had "a ten minute walk" as theme. It was Alice in Wonderland-related and I just got the pictures back (friendly reminder to self: please, start running again). This is my favorite one:

I have this thing where I really like to look up at the sky in pictures (*cough* I also do it in my "about me" picture *cough*). Somehow, I deluded myself into thinking it looked mysterious.

Photographer: Rosanne Eijzinga.

Model: well ... that would be me.

And this is her Flickr account.

Honestly, it's easier to take self-portraits. Or hide under a rock. You know, whatever floats your boat (/rock).

Okay, I have to get some fresh air.

- Maria.