Lessons I've Learnt Since Lopping Off My Hair

General observations on humanity, change, beauty standards and dickheads from the other side of the world.

Good morning my loves - I hope you’re well? I’m reading this one aloud for you - if listening is your preference, partly as this isn’t a visual post as such, but some things are better heard than read for context, and so you can hopefully hear when i’m being a little sarcastic (as well as hearing Steve the cat moaning about being shut out of my office - apologies).

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So, this wasn’t a post I envisaged writing a month ago, as I was perfectly content with my blonde bob. Sure, I’d lost my way a little with the styling (read: I couldn’t really be bothered) and I was scraping it back in a low, slick bun most days due to the heat of home and holiday. But at no point, until the half hour before I was due at Gill’s, my hairdressers, did I consider a pixie cut. But darn Pinterest always has a way of planting a rebel seed in my head. That, plus my theory that a trip to the hairdressers without a change is a trip wasted, meant within a few minutes Gill and I had concocted a plan to whip off the bob and go dark!

As always when I have a change of hair (yes, this wouldn’t be the first time) I documented the process in a rather harried, not particularly well-lit or produced kinda way. Slick and glossy content creator I am not when it comes to these things! It’s an easy way of ripping off the social sticky-plaster - pop one reel out to the masses and avoid a gazillion people pointing it out in my dms after my next story or on a carboot sale haul video.

Believe it or not for someone who sticks her face on the internet daily, I’m not hugely comfortable being the centre of attention, and literally die inside at comments of “ooo you’ve change your hair!”. Quite honestly, I’d rather no one noticed at all - my family seem to have got this memo, as Russ and the boys are usually nonplussed by nail colour changes, new outfits or any superficial effort whatsoever! Except that is, when I wear red lipstick - the males in my house greet that pigmentation change with “what have you done that for?”. Thankfully, I treat my family’s opinions like Haribo - I pick and enjoy the ones I like and leave the fried egg and gummy bear opinions in the bag.

All that to say, I changed my hair, shared it with the the world and here’s what I learnt…