After about 16 years of having long hair I decided to take drastic measures and chop it all off. On Saturday a very nervous Kay was driven up to Alpharetta, to the salon I went to for the wedding, and snickety snip went the scissors. Eeek!
I’m rather fed up of having to deal with root regrowth so I asked to have my hair coloured to minimise this. I also wanted strips of plum streaked in, but the stylist wouldn’t do this because she thought putting it on top of blonde would make it a funny colour. Booo!
Wasn’t expecting to get it cut quite so short as I still wanted to be able to put it up in bunches but it’s rather cute. These photos show my hair having come straight from the hairdresser so it’s a little too sleek and smooth for my liking here, as I have no hairdying/styling skills when I wash my hair it turns out much more choppy which is much more Kay-like anyway.
Having so little hair, and it being such a dull colour is very odd. It’s going to take a bit of getting used to.
Wonder how long it’ll be before I reach for the dye pot again?
I have a section of the hair that was cut off that I was going to send to my parents along with a ransom note, but I don’t think it’ll get there before their flight to Atlanta leaves. Instead I shall content myself with staying quiet and hopefully freaking them out at the airport! hee hee! (hence this post is friends only…shhh!! *edit – changed security now Mum and Dad have visited*)