Going for the chop

I’ve had my hair cut!

“So what?” I hear you say. Well anyone that has known me for a long time will know that this is a big deal. I’ve always had long hair (bar one disastrous episode at university where I went to Toni & Guy and asked for the Meg Ryan razor cut that was popular in the 90s. It did not end

Before

well). It’s been white blond, dark brown and everything in between, sometimes with a fringe, permed in the 80s (what were you thinking mum?) but always long.

As I’m sure you can relate to, after I had Willow sorting my bonce out was the least of my worries. It was always thrown up in a bun to stop Willow swinging from it or trailing strands through her nappy. Long hair does not lend itself well to clambering around baby groups and getting infants in and out of car seats. Washing and drying it became a painful process as I would have to put her in the baby seat in the bathroom while I was in the shower. This was on the understanding that I had a maximum of five minutes before she started screaming and the neighbours came knocking. A tiled room can’t half amplify the shrill cries of a new born – ouch. Then she decided that she was scared of the hair dryer so I usually had to leave it to air dry naturally resulting in my ‘mad mum hair’ ™ again which would lead to it being shoved on top of my head. I’d not bothered to have it cut for ages so to be honest it was looking a bit Ian Beal in his tramp phase and you can only dry shampoo for so long. Five days is my record until it looked like I’d gone prematurely grey and Anthony was imploring me to do something about it (isn’t hair supposed to start washing itself at some point?)

No going back!

When I came back to work I had to start attempting to wrestle my hair into a semi-professional style and it dawned on me how long it actually took to dry and style long hair. Every second counts in the morning now so that’s how I found myself at the hairdressers asking the lovely young lady there to cut it to my shoulders. “Are you sure?” she asked eying me up to make sure I wasn’t having some sort of Britany moment. “Yep, go for it” I said and I am so glad I did. It was like some sort of cathartic experience. The weight literally and metaphorically fell of my shoulders. I said goodbye to ‘maternity’ me (who I love dearly but I needed to let go of and embrace the next phase of my life) and said hello to the old me,’working’ me that I knew was lurking around somewhere under the pile of nappies and breast pads. It’s not a drastic change granted but I now have a style that dries quickly, looks healthy and suits my work and personal lifestyle. Win win! Also, aside from having to listen to some very loud music

After!

(I literally didn’t recognise any of the songs #old), it was lovely to have a couple of hours to myself to sit, drink a hot brew, make small talk and ready trashy magazines (again I didn’t recognise anyone in them #doubleold).

Now I’m the last person that you’ll probably come to for any hair or beauty advice but if you’re thinking of going for the chop or updating your style, I say do it! Do it for you mama! I’d love to hear about your hair style choices – good and bad! Pictures too if you’re brave enough….

Speak soon.

Kat x

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4 thoughts on “Going for the chop

  1. Wow – looks lovely. Very current and healthy…I keep chopping away at mine but it’s just so thin since having the kids! Think I need to shave it off and start again lol.
    Thanks for sharing with #coolmumclub!

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