Yes folks. You heard it here first. I have finally had my locks chopped. It has been long overdue, granted, but I needed to get used to the idea of being without something that has been a kind of security blanket to me for so very many years. Anyone who has had muchous hair for a long time will get what I mean. The Beard doesn't get it. But he is a bloke. With no hair.
Le Barnet in it's full, uncurled glory.
So, on a recent trip up to see my family, I decided to ask my lovely Nan to have a bash. I decided against a midi cut, feeling that it would be too harsh for me to deal with straight off the bat. My Nan has always cut my hair. In fact - I have only had it cut in a salon once. So, I salute my Nan for saving me a lot of money over the years. The benefits of having an ex hairdresser in the family.
Nan was a little hesitant when I said I wanted about 5 inches off. As was my Mum. This stems from a collective memory we all share of me as an 8 year old being very insistent that I must have a bob. A memory that culminates with me in tears, my mum in shock and my Nan aghast at having ever agreed to it. As a result, she now only cuts my hair in stages. Half inch stages.
Is it possible that my bangers are even bigger sans locks? *sigh*
But. I am very pleased to be able to show you that I got what I wanted. I had to be forceful, and I may have used the following sentence.."Nan, you won't ruin my hair. No...no... you won't. This will not end with me hating you and weeping. No.. no... it won't. I promise. No no..Nan! Just cut!!" proving that I am just as insistent as I was all those years ago. The difference being that I did not cry this time round. I could not wait to get it set and curled....
Oooooh! Me likey!
Loosing 5+ inches from le locks has had a tremendous affect on the time it takes to set it and the length of time within which those curls last. It came out a lot shorter than I am used to, but it did inevitably drop. It always does. But, that's just life. I am still one tres happy girl!
Oh, how kind is that flash?
Hurrah for The Chop - and hurrah for The Nan who agreed to do it (in the end).
Now... what about that Midi....