The last time I made a change to my hairstyle was in 1987, when I grew my fringe out. This was following my Goth-phase when I had the sides of my head shaved, and at the start of my hippy phase, when I looked like a 1960's flower girl complete with floral tunic and large spliff.
Since then life has moved on, but my hair never did. It remained long, unlayered, uncoloured, unstyled, occasionally unwashed and unbrushed, and (because I can't stand it in my face) tied back.
It was time for a change.
Some weeks ago, I was recommended to a new hairdresser, the wonderful Stella. We had quite a long chat about which style would suit my face, my age, and my unwillingness to do more than wash it occasionally. Stella knew exactly what would be best, but I reckoned anything would look pretty naff. She was honest enough to say that I couldn't really look any more naff than I already did....
So, yesterday, despite nearly bottling out on several occasions, I let her loose with a pair of sharp sissors. As a result, I am now sporting a smart bob (which I really like!) and an overwhelming sense of gratitude!