Yesterday I went to see Tracey my hairdresser, not really knowing what to expect.
Because I thought it would all have to go this time I really didn't care what she did with it, which felt very strange because I normally have my hair trimmed about twice a year.
It felt quite liberating and Tracey turned into Edwina Scissor Hands.
How on Earth she's hidden my baldy bits I have no idea, and I will probably lose more but then Tracey and I will have more fun!
Feel a bit Betty Boop (with a scalp that feels like sand paper because there's loads of black stubble...but that could be a good sign, maybe.)
Thanks Tracey x