From the hairdressers chair

I have laughed from the start to finish of uploading this blog, there is just a ridiculous amount of photos, of me.

Anyway, moving on. I am back at my laptop after having my hair cut and coloured, at last, at Marylebone’s swishy Atherton Cox

Phillipe Chicheportiche (click to view // the gorgeous Parisian who cuts my hair always gives me the curls I love ( I want to be Arizona Muse short, but don’t think I have the face shape or jaw line to work with it #notasupermodel )

You never think your hair is as bad as it is until the cold, harsh light of the hairdressers chair.

After combing, foiling, washing, brushing, chopping, drying, ‘jhujhying,’ curling and spritzing, I left feeling pretty freaking fabulous, and it was brilliant sunshine still raining.

Reference below for the before, during and after shots.

**Taking them of myself, always makes me feel a bit silly.**

STAGE 1 // roots and rat tails


STAGE // 2


STAGE // 3


STAGE // 4