I went the big choppy-chop on the weekend. If you’ve been following us on Instragram you might’ve seen the drama unfold live.
And how I LOVE a hair change! I find a dramatic colour or a wildly different cut highly refreshing.
My poor long-suffering hair whisperer Kelly Stoakes was just getting comfortable, I think. After lopping it off to a super short pixie cut for my honeymoon in India, she had worked with me to grow it to lusciously mermaid proportions. I’d kept it at Rapunzel length for about three years and I’m sure she was thinking I’d never go the chop. But here we are.
A number of people I know find it somewhat terrifying going the hairdresser.
I don’t get it. I have no attachment issues in that department. My theory is: it’ll grow back. But then again, my hair grows at the rate of about a foot and a half a year (literally), so mine really will grow back. My mother-in-law is supremely jealous as she gets 1cm cut off her hair every six months. That is the extent of her hair growth – 2cm per year. That’s grim.
I’m totes chuffed with my new look. Kel did such an amazing job. Isn’t she clever? And she got out of her sick bed to do it. Shame I broke her.