The one redeeming feature of mine has always been my hair. Thanks to good hair genes(?) I've always been able to have it very long, though it goes without saying that I would anyway since I have the biggest face. At most I have the ends trimmed to keep it tidy because I hate change but yesterday I got a proper styled cut. (If you follow me on Instagram, you will have already seen!)
I should mention that when the hairdresser took my before photo, it was the first time I'd properly seen the back of my hair in a very, very long time! If I'd had known it looked like that this whole time I would have had a proper cut a long time ago. But lovely comments from friends and strangers always meant I was content with my locks, which is criminal considering in Liverpool I'm surrounded by big, bouncy hair.
However, I'm always easily enabled by other bloggers re: shopping and apparently hair is no different. After reading Jen's 'Addicted to blow-dries' post I'd all but signed away my soul and firmly decided that this is the hair I will strive to have in everyday life. TO BE QUITE HONEST, I FEEL LIKE A WAG.
Radiant Golden Brown.
Here's me looking like a nonce mid style. I am very seriously considering buying about eight more barrel brushes to practice doing my own curly blows!
I booked my appointment at Voodou on Bold Street in Liverpool. The prices are a little steep compared to the plethora of independent hairdressers dotted around the city (more so for longer hair) but well worth it, I'd say. The place has a cool atmosphere and my stylist, Tammy, was so friendly and did a great job. She actually listened to me and didn't take off too much length! Plus there are always offers/last minute deals on the website, so there's plenty of chances to get whatever at a fraction of the price - I paid £29 for what would usually cost £42.
Though, can you really put a price on fabulous hair?!