The Big Chop.

Okay so it wasn't that big in the grand scheme of things but today's haircut was pretty monumental. It was my first in a year and a half. My hairdresser had left Toni & Guy and rejoined the company in the time it took me to book my 'follow-up' appointment. And I have no defence except for the fact that I like my hair realllly long and simply couldn't be bothered/didn't have the funds for a trip to the salon. But there comes a point when you simply can't avoid the chop any longer. For me, I knew I needed a cut when my hair kept getting caught on random strangers in clubs... always an awkward moment no matter what happens. So I used it as an excuse to jump on a train home and spend the weekend with the family. Within an hour of pulling up to Clapham Junction, I had already made a quick trip home to dump my luggage and rocked up to my beloved Toni & Guy with a picture of Zoella's lovely locks in hand and ready for my makeover.

And yes I'm a total wuss when it comes to getting my hair cut. Despite the fact that my hair was completely out of control up until 4 o'clock this afternoon, I had grown accustomed to its crazy length and size. Not that I'm complaining, but having thick hair can sometimes be a right pain in the arse. It's impossible to control, hence why I never attempt anything other than an unadventurous ponytail, and am often left feeling like an extra from an 80s movie. Plus, my flatmates joked that I was growing dreads at the back of my head because I simply couldn't reach that far with a hairbrush. It was time for action. I've had a good four inches cut off and my locks are looking healthy and rejuvenated. But that could also be something to do with the Kate Middleton-esque blow dry.
Like I wrote back in July, long blonde hair has become part of my identity. A break-up chop never even occurred to me... thank god! Having survived my fair share of bad cuts and down-right ridiculous colours throughout my teens, I'm going into my twenties with a style that suits me. It might not be the most drastic of changes but a good cut is the perfect little pick-me-up.