Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

They say change is as good as a holiday, and since I figured I could actually do with a little bit of both, I decided to go with the more affordable option of getting a haircut.

Any of you who know me well will know about my deep dislike of hairdressers. Unfortunately a history of cutting off too much, not getting the style quite right, commenting on my inability to blow dry, or worse: on my anxiety induced bald patches, leaves me feeling more than just a little apprehensive when heading for the chop. Add to this the fact that I actually like having long, wavy tresses, and you should be able to envision in the internal conflict that must have occurred before I took the plunge. Or not?

Funnily enough this decision was made in 2 days for 2 main reasons: I needed a change of scenery (what better to go with a new job than a new hairstyle), and my hair was in bad shape (you can thank years of ponytails for that). So I searched on the 'net for styles that would supposedly compliment my face shape and hair type, and just went with that I liked best.

So on Saturday, while at my in-laws, I got my sister in law to cut my hair. Not even Zac's playing with my long, loose locks all the drive to Elgin could change my mind, and I went from hip-length hair to shoulder-length hair in a few minutes on her chair. And I did actually feel like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. It didn’t look exactly like the picture I had in my mind (then again I am sporting the blow-dried version which I’m likely not to see until I make it back to a salon again), but I like it.

I didn't take a before pic - but you can tell it's a lot of hair!

And this is the end result

Thankfully I can still tie it up. Just about.

My new do takes a little bit of getting used to, and I can tell my boys are sitting on the fence a little. But it really has been a refreshing change. And at the end of the day, it’s just hair, right – it’ll grow back!