It's all Jennifer Saunders' fault!

I had my hair cut.
There, I have said it. Confessed. I promised myself that I wouldn't mess with my hair any more, would let it grow and see what happened. Except I hadn't.
In a moment of madness, I looked in the mirror and saw grey... so very grey. Instead of the little old bald bloke I saw after I had my head shaved, I saw a little old grey-haired bloke. I hated that, so I reached for the bottle. Didn't want to go totally blonde, it doesn't suit me, just wanted back the mousy old me that was here before. Semi-permanent colour, should be fine. Wrong. Went a sort of weird gingery pink. Don't get me wrong, ginger is good, some of my best friends and even step children are ginger, and I hennaed for years... but this wasn't a good look. So I tried a lighter colour which made it worse... You know that point when you realise that you're just making the hole deeper and you should stop digging? Yep, I passed that point when I saw this stuff in Superdrug which promised to strip out the colour and restore my hair's natural beauty in all its greyness.

Guess what? it didn't. It took quite a lot of it out, but not all. And it left it dried and frizzy. I looked like a famous international TV personality...

But if I cut it, then it wouldn't be the same... It wouldn't be growing back, just as it was straight after the treatment. As though there would be some magic in never cutting it. Like the first time a baby's hair is cut, there's only one first time, and I didn't want to take that step. I was embarrassed enough about the dodgy dye, and taking scissors to it was a step too far...

Then I was sat minding my own business when the wonderful Jennifer Saunders appeared on the TV talking about comedy in the 90s. I adore Jennifer Saunders, and I probably would have been Edina if I had any idea how to "PR things, darling!" Very funny. Very frustrating looking at her gorgeous pixie cut, thinking that her hair started growing about the same time as mine and she looks like this!

So that was that. Next morning I was begging hairdressers to do something, and at 9am the morning after that I was in the chair.

And do you know what? It's all right. It wasn't a huge terrifying rite of passage - well, in a way it was, but actually, it was something that I used to do every couple of months or so. I went in there with messy hair and came out with it looking neat and presentable. Just like always.

It's another step on the road to the new normal... and that feels pretty good!

PS - here's another view of a haircut!