So I annoyed you all with my hair dribbles and woes the other week. I carried on about how I wanted to grow it and have all this awesome confidence to style it in beautiful ways with ease. The honest truth is that I really did want that, but somewhere between then and yesterday, the "I feel crappy with my hair and it's doing nothing or me" vibes set in. Which saw my fingers move at lightening speed and a text message was sent to my dear friend and hairdresser, and before you I knew it this occurred.
So I am now the chicky, chicky, chang, chang girl.
The tale of hair woes is officially over and this mumma has got get to it and get her chicky, chicky, chang, chang moves on as I have my first date night with Ben in nearly two years, a friend is watching the kids for us.
The bank balance is low this week, so it might be a fish and chips and a light stroll sort of evening.