Erm guys guys guys... I did a thing on Tuesday... A big thing... A MASSIVE thing!
I had my hair cut and coloured at a salon down the road from me! Party time!
I turned 30 this year and it was a pretty momentous occasion for me because there have been so many times where getting to this age wasn't actually a guarantee, more like a dream.
But it also brings a lot of strange emotions that are almost alien to me...
I've spent half of my life living with this condition.
15 long years...
And I'm grateful beyond belief... Truly I am... But the suffering is still here every second of every day...sometimes it just gets to you.
The last time I went to an actual salon was before I got ill. It was my birthday and I was having my hair styled for the first time. I remember feeling so good when I had it done...
So when I looked in the mirror whilst I was having my hair chopped and dyed...it was a bit of a moment.
The year I turned 30. The new me. Yeahhhhhhh.
It came in the style of an Italian bob and baylage of caramel and golden colours! What do you think?
[ID: 1) Jessica, a white 30 year old women, is standing in front of a blurred out Christmas tree. She's wearing glasses and is modelling her new hair do, which is an Italian bob with a baylage colour of caramel/gold added to her naturally btown hair. She's grinning like a chesire cat! ]
[ID: 2) Jessica is in the hair salon modelling her hair in daylight. It is curled and looks much better than picture 1 because as soon as she left the salon, it bucketed with rain!]