So I got my hair cut today. Bravely, I might add, because I hate going to the hairdresser. I never know what to ask for, and having to sit and look at myself for an hour is not fun for me. But I knew I needed to get at least the ends cut today because they were getting a bit ratty. I decided to also get a fringe. I took some pictures of Alexa Chung with me because I like her hair. Do I now look like a 20-something super model? No, sadly not. But I think I like it anyway. Just gotta work out how to style it myself (this is not my forte) and get used to having hair in my face again.
The hairdresser blow-dried it kinda funny at the bottom so it is doing a weird,curly, kinky thing, but it will settle I guess (and then it will go back to just being my normal, boofy, uncontrollable hair). Anyway, it’s done now – can’t glue it back on. It’s a fresh look for my birthday next week anyway. I didn’t want to turn another year older with the same hair I’ve had for nearly 10 years. And I am trying to be braver this year. Even small little changes are scary to me, so getting my hair cut is actually a fairly big step (dumb, I know). Because I never trust my own judgement about anything. But hair grows back, right? So it’s less scary than, say, getting a tattoo or moving to another country.
It is going to be VERY hot this week and so getting a fringe was probably not the best idea but, let’s be honest, good ideas are not really my thing. I can always pin it back or wear a hair band or something. Or shave it – there’s always that option 🙂