I'm not sure why I don't go for a haircut more often. The last time I went was July 17th 2009, which I was a little ashamed to admit when the hairdresser inquired.
"It must have been a good cut to last that long," she said in awed tones.
"Yes it was, you did it," I reminded her. Of course she had forgotten, it's nearly a year.
Anyway this is the before:
And this the after:
Okay, so it's not so much of a chop - only two inches shorter! All the old dry bits gone and the whole lot ironed into silky submission. Brian says I look "disturbingly like my sister" which isn't an insult as she's always been a bit of a glamour-puss and I've been mistaken for her on many occasions. At one function I got fed up explaining that I wasn't her and had some lovely conversations with people who were thoroughly convinced that I was her. After a while (and as I drank more wine) it got too tiresome to explain (and was much more fun not to!).
"Come in for a free fringe trim any time," the hairdresser said wearily sorting out the mess at the front (not pictured). Well I'll try, but I'm not promising it won't be another eight months before I darken their door again.