Short hair, again.

If you are a frequent reader you might have caught my last post about hair. It’s cool if you didn’t. I’ll just wait here whilst you catch up on your reading…

You good? OK, let’s plough on!

I recently took the plunge and got my hair cut almost a year to the day as when I got it done last year. People always seem to think this kind of cut is drastic because I had about 5 inches cut off, maybe even 6, but for me it’s just the norm. I love the idea of having long flowing locks but when you are a terrible hair-parent and never brush those babies and expect a coconut conditioning mask to do all the work for you… well, luscious locks you don’t get.

So here is my hair. And my face. Without makeup because you don’t always have to look like a better version of yourself.

I was actually tired when I took these pictures; I’d been out for the LEAVING PARTY for work the night before and I had been for a run in the morning so I was tired but I still think I look like a cute alien. I also separated my hair into top and bottom so I could curl it.

Ignoring the fact that I need to do my roots it’s’ always so much easier and quicker curling my hair at this length. It takes me about 5 minutes which, for a lazy bones gal like  me, if perfection.

Here is my dehydrated skin. And my curly top layer. You can’t tell, really, but my hair is now sitting just above the shoulder and it’s bouncy and cute AF.

And then, of course,  you have to run your fingers through them all and break them up so they look messy and unintentionally done when, in fact, this is the only intention I ever put in my hair.

Sam