….and just look at that smile. A few weeks ago I had my hair cut off a length that it hasn’t been for the past 10 years. Admittedly it was only short back in the day because my Mom would always encourage the hairdresser to take off that extra inch while I was out of earshot. Since I entered the world of non-Mum supervised chops, I progressively let my hair grow longer and longer; eventually just failing to book in appointments at all due to lack of time and laziness *gross*. Though in the past year I’ve eased myself into the chicer mop I’ve always wanted from hair that almost touched my derriere to ends that now graze my elbows. And the ombré was left on the cutting room floor. Quite literally.