Heartbreaker.

Hair is becoming the bane of my life. If I had cheekbones or a svelte figure I would jsut pixie cut that shite off a la Emma Watson. Talks of 3am jam toast runs probably illustrate just how far away that likelihood is at the moment however! Therefore I often delve into a little fanciful dreaming of one day being able to be able to give myself the gift of the casual plait. They're everywhere at the moment too!







The morning of the races was it for me. I have been growing my hair for almost a year now and I even deep condition it when I remember! I had a hairdresser, it was set in my mind. Then, from out of bloody nowhere, "there's no way baaaaybe. You have bad genes, you're hair's all mangled and thin and there's not enough for the size of your face". Enter violins and one very sullen client is is NEVER going back. The end.