I’m quite scared about this, and I am fully aware that it will not be a look I love, however it is with a lot of consideration that I am attending the hairdressers today and getting my hair cut short. Yes short.
My hair has been in woeful condition since I dyed it red a few months back, it is actually breaking with straightening and without conditioner a nightmare to comb through. It wasn’t in fantastic condition before that as I was permanently colouring it every few weeks, but the red process was the straw that broke the camels back so to speak.
My hair is very much my security blanket, as I think it is with most women. Its the thing beyond make-up, clothes, shoes, that makes me feel very much a woman. Not for much longer.
My husband has been very encouraging, I believe him when he tells me I am sexy regardless of my hair, and he too knows that it is not in the condition it once was. So we have agreed that I am starting again. Blank canvas.
Obviously I’m not shaving my head, but it will be short enough that within a few cuts I will once again have nothing but my own natural colour (can’t even recall what that is) and texture (which was always shiny).
The other driving force behind this crazy move is that I turn 30 in March *shivers with disgust* and it occured to me that I’ll be lucky to get a few more years without grey hair, and wouldn’t it be sad if I never got to experience my natural hair colour again before this unreversible change happens?
So wish me luck, appointment is in just over an hour. I’m under no illusions that I won’t shed a tear about the outcome but I know that friends and family will gratefully tell me lies 
and it won’t be long before I am reaping the rewards of a healthy shiny barnet again
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It is so lovely Arlene I think it totally suits you. Yeah we are the shorty hair gang!!!