Blonde Moments

Yesterday, I did it. I took the plunge. I tried really hard to ignore the fact that Andy was cutting huge long chunks of hair off in case I started to have regrets before he'd even finished ... but it's done.


The long, frumpy, boring hair has gone and has been replaced by a sexy highlighted shaggy short cut. I came out of the salon loathing it somewhat, as Andy had coiffed and teased it until it was as bouffant as a pedigree poodle, but once it had settled itself down a bit it looked so much better (and there's no way it'll ever look the same when I'm styling it anyway), and now I love it. AND it takes years off me!

Goodbye, frumpy old Katiepops, and hello foxy mama!

Why did I wait so long?