So after months...YEARS...of growing my hair out, avoiding hairdressers, 'treating it' by simply chucking half a bottle of conditioner on it every other day and generally just leaving it to look, well...see above, I decided it was high time to deal with my barnet and get it cut into a good, proper style that would actually look half decent rather than looking like I'd just ignored the problem. Again, see above. So tonight, I bit the bullet and I did just that.
Scared in the chair. I went to Rush, to a branch near my house. I booked over the phone and got the 50% discount that always seems to be available. The lovely man who cut my hair was called James. He sung as he worked, brought me wine and made me laugh. I think I may have, finally, found The One. Anyway, I asked for just your standard 'long bob' with a definite graduation and some layers at the back to give it shape. And mercifully, he listened.
It definitely feels weird and cold and bizarre to no longer have a blanket of hair cascading over my shoulders, but it also feels SO, SO nice to have healthy, PROPER hair again. It's been a long time.