Today I cut my hair. Before you start shaking your head, let me back track a little bit. The last time I got my hair cut was in November of 2015. I went to the same hairdresser I had been to six months prior, and the style I wanted was basically a slightly long bob. At the time, I had come down with one of my fortnightly colds and despite my better judgment I was desperate to have my hair cut and decided to go through with the appointment. The end result was okay, but it was one of those hair cuts where you won’t know if you’ll love it until it grows out a bit. Oh, and the hairdresser cut my hair unevenly but I was too ill to notice until a week after the fact.

Right, so it’s been about five months since I’ve had a hair cut and lately I’ve been feeling at odds with my appearance so it was only a matter of time until I decided to cut some inches off my hair. With my most recent experience at the hairdresser’s in mind, I thought I’d rather take the chance of cutting my hair myself and doing a mediocre job instead of paying someone else £45 to do it.

When my husband got home I had him help me cut off the initial chunk of hair sectioned off into a pony tail and although it was pretty lop-sided (he’s not the best with a pair of shears, let’s be honest) it was pretty close to how I wanted it! So with a little bit of evening out and the use of my trusty thinning shears I was able to give my mop a new lease on life. I didn’t realize how much my hair was truly getting on my nerves until I saw it laying in the sink, and now I feel like a million bucks. Isn’t it great how something so simple can make such a huge improvement?