Get a haircut. (And a real job).
I’ve been wearing my hair in a ponytail for quite some years now, and a few months ago I decided to get it cut.
I kept thinking about it, but couldn’t come up with a style that I was happy with. So after a while I went to my hairdresser (you remember my hairdresser from Computers Coffee and Candy) and made an appointment. When she asked what I wanted to have done, I told her: you are the hairdresser, I am the dressmaker, you decide on the hair.
It was quite exciting looking forward to getting her take on what my hair could look like.
I now have an ultra majestically excellent sort-of a bob with red and pink bits through it, ethereally wispy longer bits at the front, and a truly scrumptious fringe cut all different lengths. I seriously love it.
However, I do still put it up in a tiny ponytail (about 2cm long) because I like to get it off my face. Don’t tell Candy.