I cut my hair yesterday

My hair is longer than it has ever been. Or was, until yesterday. It is now short. Ish. It comes to just below my jaw line, and looks pretty fabulous, even if I say so myself.

The only thing I truly, deeply, honestly, and without hesitation, like about myself is my hair. I got my Mom's hair, and for that I am truly thankful. She has beautiful hair and I got it too.

Until I started riding my bike, it was always healthym never knotted, was shiny, full, thick, and generally beautiful. But riding with it sticking out of the helmet, even in a plait, was causing it distress, and it was becoming damaged, split on the ends, and generally not so shiny anymore. It was time to take action.

Not one to sit around, (after all the ghost of granny Siddle has affected us all, and when it is time to do something, it is time, no waiting, no thinking, and no procrastinating) so off I went to the hair place on Sunday, and had it all chopped off.

The guy tried to stop me, adn asked me if I was sure since it was so long, etc, but my mind was made up. As he hacked away with his razor blade, all I could see was 35 plus centimeters of hair falling into huge piles on the floor. momentarily I wondered if I was doing the right thing, but I knew I was. Anyway, no point is stopping now - I would look like a freak. ha ha

When he had finished, there was enough hair on the floor to stuff a small pillow. I certainly have a lot of it.

I love it now, and it fits nicely under my helmet. No more helmet hair for me, I hope.

Pic to be placed later, once I have one, but i am very pleased with the outcome. :)