Today was hair day. I've mentioned before that I usually think about my hair on my way to have it done...and that's about it. Last night, I was thinking I really want long hair. When I got to my hairdresser, she asked how it's been. I said it's been fine...but I'm a bit bored. Quick as a flash, she said, do you want to go shorter? And then she played around with my hair a bit. I'd been thinking about this style for a little while - a little while, as in a few years - but having done the growing out thing for so long, I still had a little part of me that wanted to have Mrs Smith's hair. (Ok, Angelina Jolie's hair. Or Ziva's hair. Or - you get the idea). I decided to be brave. And accept that I don't have a team of hairxperts, nor the patience, to volumize my hair on a daily basis.
As my hairdresser began, she took a deep breath too - she'd never cut my hair this short.
It's always nice, though, when the hairdresser says they think it looks fabulous. I'm very happy with it, too. And there'll be a neater, less windswept, photo later, I'm sure.