Annual Haircut, 2015 Edition
At some point last year, I stopped cutting my hair. Or I stopped getting someone else to cut my hair, rather. I stopped cutting my own hair after the great ‘Fringe’ debacle of 2011, and I’m pleased to say I have not been tempted to ruthlessly hack into my own hair again since then. Well, not so far, anyway.
Not only have I not been cutting my own hair, though, I haven’t been getting anyone else to cut it either. For, oooh, probably about six months now? Longer? Actually, I think it’s maybe closer to 7 moths. Or eight. Or… oh, who knows. It wasn’t a conscious decision to stop getting those regular trims that all those beauty magazines, and every hair stylist you’ve ever met, says you should be having every six weeks, or else your ends will split so badly you’ll end up having to shave your head. No, I just kinda of… stopped. I always intended to get a trim, but then there would be something else I wanted more, or I would convince myself that I was FAR too busy to fit it in (Even although I blatantly wasn’t…), and, well, here I am, many months later, with my hair almost touching my waist at the back, and people, it IS DRIVING ME INSANE.
Well, it WAS driving me insane. It’s not any more, because – SPOILER ALERT – this week I decided I couldn’t stand it a second longer, so I called up my friend Caroline (who is a stylist, I hasten to add), and she came round and cut almost four inches off it.
It’s one of those changes that feels absolutely HUGE to me (Because, well, it’s my hair…), but which other people probably won’t even notice unless I point it out to them. One thing I’ve learned over the years is that as long as your hair is longer than shoulder-length, say, most people won’t actually notice HOW long it actually is: they’ll still see LONG HAIR, which means that unless your hair is literally long enough to sit on, you can chop 4 – 5″ off, without it really changing your look. So that’s what I did, and I’m really pleased with it: it feels much thicker and healthier now, so I’m telling myself I’m going to try not to leave it so long until the next cut, but, you know, I probably will, because I’m like that.
Other than that, it’s been one of those weird weeks in which nothing much happened, but I still felt like I didn’t have enough time, and constantly struggling to fit everything in. This makes absolutely no sense, but it seems to happen quite a lot, and makes me feel all cranky and disorganised and out of control. I think I might have to go and clean the house from top to bottom to calm myself down. That always works.
One of the things I’ve been trying to fit in is exercise:
Yeah, I’m back on the treadmill. Again. For what has to be the eleventeenth “fresh start” of the year so far. I’m annoying even myself now, seriously. The current fresh start has been motivated by new new Fitbit Flex, which I’ll be writing a more detailed post on soon (So THAT’S something to look forward to, hey?), but suffice to say that looking at my Fitbit friends list and seeing that my 73-year-old mother-in-law is totally kicking my ass in the activity stakes has been something of a wake-up call, and this week I’ve been running, walking, and generally trying to get off my ass more often and actually move around. We’ll see how THAT goes.
Other than that? I got nothing, folks. It’s been that kind of a week, so rather than keep banging on about all the things I DIDN’T do, I’ll stop right there. Before you go, my next newsletter features some previously unpublished outfit photos, so don’t forget to sign up below if you haven’t heard enough from me already this week![separator type=”thin”]