I finally got round to making a hairdresser's appointment, my grey roots have been driving me crazy, and I felt like a change.
Who's that girl?
Why that would be me, with my new hair do!
Looking pretty smug!
What do you think?
Looking back at old photos, I think it's about 3 years since I last had a fringe.
I am past the stage of fretting about hair cuts or colours, thank goodness. It's only hair! Though I do remember weeping over my first ever perm (disastrous) and when a hairdresser cut all my layers back in after I had spent ages growing them out. He spent more time looking at himself in the mirror than at me. Why was I so unassertive back then?
Going to get my hair cut is a very pleasant experience these days.
And I had the go-ahead from fellow Fringe Dweller of Note, darling Sarah, so that was all the encouragement I needed.
My lovely hairdresser Kirsty is just back from maternity leave, so we talked births and babies and broken nights and being besotted.
And hair, of course, you have to talk about hair.
Cardigan and bangles - charity shopped
Belt and Fly sandals - retail (sale)
Necklace - my mum's
Sunglasses - vintage shop
Shiny new haircut - Kirsty at Creator
I used to work with someone who reckoned a change of hair style indicated a change in life. If a colleague turned up to work sporting a new do, he's nod sagely and whisper "Bet she's got a new fella."
No new fellas in my life, but I do feel the need for some change. Nothing major, but I know I am in a rut. It's comfortable but I feel lazy.
Maybe it's time to shake it up a little.