Two or so weeks ago I cut my hair to just above my shoulder, truth be told I wanted to go back to brunette temporarily but I’m unable to do so because all the pictures I use for acting are me as a blonde. I can cut my hair, shave it, dye it, braid It, hide it beneath a wig personally I do not care; I’m not emotionally attached to my hair. I never really understood women that cry if its cut “too short” or flip out if the color isn’t that perfect ombre shade they wanted or worse yet women who have never cut their hair. I don’t get it I really don’t. Needless to say changing hairstyles is nothing new I’m actually very good at it in terms of French twists and curls etc but when I walked by Anne Taylor Loft and drooled in the window at the knee length skirts and boat neck chiffon dresses this gave me pause for some very serious introspection. I have a passion for fashion (Neptune on the 10th house) but not of the Anne Taylor Loft/ J Crew Variety I can assure you. Still there I was at work mixing and matching outfits, piling up my virtual shopping bag oh the pastel pink pants and black pencil skirt were to die for. I never actually completed the purchase because I just kept thinking this is just so not me. I shop at places no one has heard of to wear things that no one has seen. I never get why celebrities end up on the red carpet in the same outfit. Wasn’t that Oscar Del a Renta contracted as one of a kind? I pack a 2nd outfit in my Honda trunk in the event that someone is dressed like me in a random restaurant in New York City. I like hot pink, sequence, shiny gold and silver but here I was oddly fascinated by Anne Taylor a retailer originally owned and operated by a man from ah…. Connecticut. Visions of Anne Taylor Loft danced around in my head the following day as I was getting ready to attend an astrology class. Out of my closet I selected a sweater vest (YES a sweater vest) with a white colored shirt underneath, in my mind I calculated mathematical figures, how much would it cost to redo my entire wardrobe, maybe I can wear pearls after all. No No! That is taking a bit too far. I thought this is really fucking weird. Maybe it’s a phase, I’m 35 maybe this is what people are suppose to do after 30 shop at the GAP and Banana Republic. I don’t know I’m eternally young (Venus in Gemini, Aquarius Rising and Sun in the 5th house) Forever child like who knows. I thought still calculating how much it would cost to buy the entire spring line at Anne Taylor Loft.
In astrology class we were discussing changes to one’s health and appearance. My brilliant instructor remarked:
Transits to the 6th house (house of health) or transits to the ruler of the 6th house indicate internal issues such as disease and sickness.
Transits to the 1st house (your appearance) or the ruler of the first house will cause structural changes; you’ll cut your hair, maybe you will have an accident etc.
I have Aquarius rising, Uranus rules Aquarius, Aquarius is in my natal 8th house, Saturn is currently conjoining my Uranus AKA chart ruler I wrote about that here. http://starsmoonandsun.com/tag/transiting-saturn-conjunct-natal-uranus/
Ah-ha moment Saturn is a conforming or as I prefer to say confining energy, It assimilates where as Uranus is rebellious.
Ann Taylor and haircuts all make sense, supposedly when Saturn conjuncts a natal planet, it silences it and after the conjunction you will emerge a new.
I wonder who I will be when this transit is over. What will I wear?!
I can rock some cute pencil skirts and a cardigan but If you see me and I’m showcasing one of those little sweaters around my neck please use it to strangle me and if you ever see me with something bedazzled or bejeweled please use them to stone me.
Sincerely an Aquarius rising but future conservative*
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