Being in 60's fashion

I'm not very fashionable as a person. I dress in what I like which means kind of strict clothes, one or maybe two colors combined. I love stripes but today's fashion I can't really handle. No, it shall be neat and tidy as meself.

Sometimes it means not showing off any boobs and sometimes there is a lot of bobbage going on. The 60's fashion is somewhat a love story of mine. How can this best be described in words? I fucking love an enormous hair-do á la Brigitte Bardot.

The bigger the better.

During one summer, I believe it was in the year of 2009, my hair was an up-do, red with green sideburns (the smaller section close to your ears. God knows, I would have dyed my sideburns of my beard if I would have had one. Do not doubt that) and I was attending a festival in Gothenburg. It was summer alright and fucking hot outside. I was so hot I even got filmed by some sort of television show (Five seconds of fame mudafuckas). 

I met a boy who turned into a good friend of mine just because of my hair. I got first in line to a toilet 'cause of my hair and a free drink 'cause of my hair. I was flying high with that hair. What have we learned of this, kids? The bigger the better!

Hasta luego,

Louise