To read about my hair before, click here.
So my new stylist was fantastic. He nailed the shape I wanted and thinned the bejesus out of my hair. I actually think that my head lost a kilo in the cutting process. I’m not a skinny minny, but I do short hair. Even if I look slightly constipated in this photograph.
Of course, Murphy’s law has it that I can’t get a good photo of myself with the short hair, which is really frustrating. I hate every photo of myself, but I cope. Regardless, no matter what I did, I couldn’t shoot a decent short hair pic. I just kept seeing how big my hips look and how fatty preggo I am looking.
(Self esteem issues anyone?)
But I am much happier with the haircut, which is encouraging me to wear a little makeup, pull out some old dresses (any that still fit my burgeoning belly) and my favourite earrings. And a reinvigorated sense of style can only be a good thing, right?
I’m glad the results weren’t too drastic – I did go to a hairdresser once and exited with less than an inch of hair all over. Mr Moi didn’t like that one. Just so long as I keep my eye on those scissors, I don’t think I’ll be in a situation like that again!
I don’t really have much else to say about my haircut. It’s self explanatory really!
What is the most drastic result you’ve ever received at your hair salon? Tell me all about it!