If I look a bit less than happy in these pictures it's because I am. Or rather I was.
This is what happens when you go to the hairdresser's with two children in tow and ask for shoulder length hair with long layers.
I was too busy watching my little ones through the hair that had been brushed over my eyes and didn't notice how short it had been cut!
After I went home and felt a bit angry, then a bit tearful... I even sobbed... But now I am getting used to my new hair and accepting that life doesn't always go to plan. There is a lesson for me somewhere in there.
It might not be what I wanted, or asked for, but it is a good cut. It's not wonky or uneven, and I am at least grateful for that. So I am letting go of what I cannot change and moving on. - something I wish I could also say of life in general at the moment. Still, I am trying, learning that nothing much happens fast and yes, maybe as cliched as it sounds, good things come to those who wait.