Okay, so here’s the thing. I like my hair long….I love the feel of it on my back when it gets midway down, I love to pin it up in a swirl or tie it up in a pony-tail. But it gets heavy, and unwieldy, it gets in my eyes and messes up my photos on a windy day (you know what I mean?). I seldom, if ever visit a hair salon, preferring instead when it gets too long to hang my head over the bath, bunch the hair together, grab a sharp scissors and hack off the inches….chip chop! No cost, no hasstle, no worries…someone always tidies up the ends and makes it neat at the back. I can’t see the back anyhow so no worries…
But today, the hairdresser came to do my lady’s hair…and while we were chatting, the three of us, she happened to mention that other carers have had their hair cut by this bloke and asked if I wanted mine cut too….and out of nowhere, without a 2nd thought…I said yes.
So we have gone from long
long
to short
short
and now that it’s done it feels fab. I haven’t had my hair this short for well over 9 years…possibly more. I do recall tho visiting a salon in Crouch End some years ago and the girl made such a mess of it, I said not again…especially as they charge a ruddy fortune to cut your hair in this city.
So now apparently I look 10 years younger and if thats the case then I am well happy….despite the grey…well I prefer to say ‘silver’ LOL.
Not Just a Granny 
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