What You See Is What You Get

This morning, I went from hair halfway down my back to about chin length. It was mostly a functional issue, as I have pretty curly hair and a grabby 9 month old: not a good combination if the former is long and tempting sticky little fingers. I was also getting sick of having to always pull it into a ponytail or bun (because seriously, what can say "tired mummy" more than that?); so it was definitely time for a change.

I'm not really sure how to describe my hair although this was the desired result. Granted, I don't look quite as good as the model, heh, but the hair is pretty cute. It feels sort of saucy and 1930s, which is fun. It also made me realize, though, when you have short hair, you have to suck up the confidence. If you have short CURLY hair, you really have to get behind the self worth train. There is no hiding behind a wall of hair, no yanking anything back or up to alter presentation. What you see is what you get. All in all, not a bad metaphor for the 30s. My 30s, not the 1930s.

Plus now I can wear cloches with abandon. Kicky!