This weekend I had my hair cut and I really love it. Like hugely love it. Which is funny, because I didn’t like the hairdressers before, and I never ever wanted short hair… Yet I did get short hair, and I also came out of the hairdressers with the biggest grin and bouncy do I’ve had in such a long time. And my fringe is slowly but finally getting a little longer even if it does feel like it’s taking forever to grow. I feel like I now need to get out my 60’s style clothes and go dancing. Because that’s what fresh hair does to you. Makes you want to jive. And pout.