Hair today, gone tomorrow

I've been growing my hair for a while. I used to like it short but it grew too fast for a woman who gets to the hairdresser twice a year these days. 

The honcologist (whom I might add has perfectly groomed, lovely, thick hair), said it will fall out on day 10 with the treatment. 

This is how my children see me. The eleven year old likes to play with my phone and takes many profile shots in the car. Usually I am ranting at them and they are soon deleted. (The photos not the chillun!) For the purposes of this exercise I'm coming out so to speak.

                                       

So as you can see there is a lot of hair, follicular overindulgence. After all that growing though, I rarely wore it out. 

It was usually contained in a knob at the back of my head.

Occasionally it would be worn in pigtails or braids (if I was going to a bush dance or stripping furniture).

More often than not it was scrunched into a messy blob and that was my favourite way to wear it.

 No longer! With the inevitable baldness looming I have decided to do four styles in five weeks. So I went to my lovely friend Natalie to get my hair lopped. She gave me a haircut instead of cooking me a meal because she said it was kinder for the chillun. I had been saving a few Pinterest hair photos for a while so now I can just use them faster.

It feels pretty good to have it short again. Shorty burst out laughing when she saw it. This is a good thing as she will now begin to think it is normal for Mum to get another haircut each week. 

So long as she doesn't think it's so normal that she gets stuck into hers again. 

Hilarious!!!