I Whip My Hair Back and ....

.... oh shit.

I have no hair to whip.   I cut it all off.  Actually a girl named Sarah cut it all off and gave me a chic British hair do.   You should have seen what a scene I caused in that salon.  Other ladies in the salon came up to me to tell me how brave they thought I was, as if I was donating a kidney.  All the stylists stopped what they were doing to watch.  It was actually a little embarrassing. 

Locks of Love is unheard of in England, so I found a place called Little Princess Trust to donate my pony tail to.

It was high time I got rid of that thing anyways.  It looked like a small marsupial was hanging out on my shoulder most of the time.

You nosy folks in blog land prolly want a sneak peak... so here it is....

 
My American friend Molly, and I had a girls night out afterwards.  And we decided to do ourselves up like girls from The Only Way is Essex.  Basically The Hills, but for England.  I'll never in my wildest dreams be tan enough to pass for a member of that cast, but we did wear fake eyelashes which is why my eyes look a lil droopy.  I've never worn them before so I think I need to master that skill.

Anyways thats all I have to report to you.  I miss my hair already.  I feel like a chubby version of Twiggy and I want it to grow back so I can at least put it into a bun again.  I didn't realize it was going to be this short.  But such is life, hair dressers always cut more than they say - don't you think?