Say hello to the choppy bob. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now, the ends of my hair were so thin and ratty from bleaching and layers. So on Friday I just thought fuck it, grabbed some scissors and snipped it off in the bathroom sink. I’m far too impulsive and impatient to wait for an appointment. Plus, Sam’s mum used to be a hairdresser and I knew if I messed it up she wouldn’t be able to resist fixing it for me.
I thought I’d done quite a good job. Not good enough though, so as predicted Donna sat me down in the kitchen as soon as she saw me and got to work. I felt kind of like Jessica Alba’s little sister and then started to feel more like Edna Mode… swings and roundabouts I guess. Nonetheless, it’s a lot thicker and a lot healthier than it was before so I’m happy.
This is my “Is it Summer? Is it Autumn?” outfit. The weather’s been so dismal for the first few days of September, I was starting to lose all hope of an Indian Summer. Today was glorious and with reports of 23 degrees this week my hopes are high.
I’m not tucking my shorts under the bed yet!