Since my post last Tuesday – I had been obsessed with my hair. I spent evenings online looking at photos of all styles.
I woke up yesterday. Had my shower. Brushed my hair and left it to air dry like I do everyday.
Sean and I took Eva to the cenotaph for Remembrance Day services (the boys were there with the school). While we were there 3 people told me how great my hair looked. What beautiful long hair I have.
Great…now I really didn’t know what to do.
I got to the hairdresser and we had a good long chat.
Bless her. I was basically telling her to make it different by not changing a thing…
I went back to a thought that had played through my mind earlier that morning. Back to almost 3 years ago. When my friend Fiona called and said “Well. I did it. I shaved my head!”
My friend who had the most gorgeous dark hair. Thick and curly. It always looked spectacular. She always took the time to make it look good.
And she had shaved her head bald.
Six months later she was gone.
I looked at my hairdresser and said “F*ck it. Let’s do it. Cut it.”
Then she cut a huge chunk out.
Eva came with me. She watched, fascinated by everything.
So was I. It was much shorter than I thought I would go. But I loved it.
When I was done, Eva looked at me with a big smile on her face and told me I looked beautiful. That’s all I needed to hear.
Still long – but enough gone that it feels totally different. Still red, but a darker red for winter.
You like? (not sure why the hair colour looks so different…flash maybe?)
I love it.