Short hair, don't care.

I will be honest and say, I haven't really done many post's regarding my hair, mainly because I'm not the most exciting about it - for the longest period of time, I've been 50/50 with this mop on my head, basically because I have days of frustration and then days of happiness.

How ever one thing that I have settled on is the fact, I deny any love for how much thickness my stupid hair builds.

I will be honest and get straight to it: I had my hair cut last week on Monday and it was the first time in 2 years that I've had it cut. Maybe more.

The frustration of going to the hairdressers, having it all snipped off and made lovely, to then wait a week and be graced with a mass of lion fur on top of my head is more then enough to completely tick me off.

So I simply thought, why not just not get it cut?

That and not to mention, my favour hairdresser had sadly packed in and moved onto a different job (therefore making me wander further and further away from the hairdressers)

However, I had been contemplating for a while that I seriously needed to get my hair cut, mainly because it was tiring having to hold nearly a tonne of hair on my head (I'm physically not exaggerating on this part.)

I find it endlessly breath taking that when I have my hair cut reasonably short, half the weight seems to shift and I can move my hair much more then I used to. 

So when a close friend of mine wandered into my house with her pair of scissors, I simply spoke "Cut it to above my shoulders.''

And it was the best decision I had made for a long time.