Here I am skyping with my little sister over the weekend.

Sometimes I get lucky with my natural hair.

My sister said to me the other day that my natural fluffy blonde mop of hair looked very rock star.

Unbrushed. Unstyled. Unglamourous.

The vanity of a girly girl. I hate my hair.

It's so long now. Well past my shoulders.

My hairdresser Kristyn is very impressed.

8 months until I can cut it all off.

I love the way my hair is looking with a beanie these days. Don't ask me to take it off though, there's three months of regrowth under there. ; )

I also got told over the weekend by someone that I had only just met, who didn't know how old I was, that I looked like I was in my early 20s. Not bad for turning 30 next week.  : )  Also needed that little bit of an ego boost after the horrendous week that was.