Lately I had been hating my hair. It took too long to dry, it got in the way when shooting, I always loosing my hair ties and bobby pins, I didn't love the colour etc. etc.
I had a birthday recently and thought that was as good a reason as any other to cut it all off. I spoke with my mum about it (my counsellor on all things) and booked the appointment for the next day. I went to a hairdresser I had been to before and walked in and said "cut it all off!"
I think he was a little taken aback and maybe he wanted to emotionally prepare for cutting off someone's hair but I had decided and that was that.
We chatted about a whole host of things as you do with hair dressers as the floor was slowly covered in my hair. I went home feeling a little more badass than when I had left and realised I might have to make some wardrobe changes. I wanted to make some photos of my new hair but its always hard taking photos on timer or using the app on my phone so Ferg helped make these under my careful direction.