Hair Today Gone Tomorrow

 

I did it. Finally!

My long, ridiculously thick, hot, heavy, slightly damaged hair is gone. 

In place of it I have a funky little graduated bob. I wasn’t quite brave enough to go full blown pixie yet, but I’m not ruling it out for a months or so away. 

I wish I was brave enough for short hair. 
I’d love to have short hair but I’m too fat. 
What if I look like a boy without long hair?

It’s all things I’ve been saying for far too long. 

No more! I’m short, I love it, and it will get shorter. 

Right now I just need the weather to catch up, it’s freezing! We had snow last week. Cmon Scotland, it’s Spring. 

Be brave people, go for the cut. 

Chop off the locks

  

My hair is starting to get fairly long again. Still thick as ever too. 

Tomorrow though, my plan is to get the hairdresser to cut the whole lot off!

Short short hair time!

I’m nervous, and excited, and not sure if I’ll even go through with it. 

I’ve always fancied short hair, but worried I’d look like a man. But my hair is way too much work. It’s so thick it takes forever to just blow dry it. 

One of the big pushes though is that I actually avoid exercising because of my hair!! Crazy isn’t it?

It takes so long to wash and dry it that I avoid getting sweaty so I don’t need an extra shower. A daily run then means an extra daily shower. 

With a crazy full time job, a full time engineering degree running at uni, two kids, two dogs and a partridge in a pear tree I think it’s time the hair went. Short hair time. 

But… my hair…