The good thing about hair is that it grows. I've always had a very cavalier attitude to my hair on the basis that any mistakes will soon grow out. I started cutting my own hair when I was a teenager, with a razor blade.
In my 40s I had very short hair. By this time I had progressed from a razor blade to an electric hair cutting kit.
An ideal hair cut for the woman on the go! A quick rub down with a towel after a shower and it's done!
As my 50s approached I decided that I would grow my hair - trying to recapture that youthful look!
Two and a half years later, I've reached the point when it's driving me mad.
It's just hanging there - and I spend my time pushing it back or tying it up.
So yesterday I treated myself to an little indulgence and went to the hairdressers - first time in I don't know how many years. And this is how I look now...
The hairdresser gave me the cut off hair...