Chop, chop - there goes my hair!

Today, I had a haircut.

Not just any haircut, no no. A dramatic change.

Something so huge, in fact, that my hairdresser asked for permission to take before-and-after photos of me. I had my hair cut short.

I've enjoyed the long-blonde-hair look for well over a year now, but it's got to the point where I'm getting sick of constantly brushing it, and drying it... dear me, drying it! It takes forever!

Even my boyfriend admitted that, while he quite likes the look of my long golden locks, he is not so keen on the taste. I can see where he's coming from; long hair gets everywhere.

Now I have had short hair before, so I wasn't too scared having it all off again. Truthfully, I believe I can rock any hairstyle except the long look; long hair somehow washes my face out completely. Which is ironic, considering the cultural link between long hair and femininity, grace and beauty. 

I'm loving my new hairstyle, and can't stop messing with it!