In Which Ella Gets Her Haircut

This is the second time within two weeks that WordPress has saved a post as a draft instead of posting it. I’m not sure what’s happening, but even if this appears on the blog over twelve hours too late, it’s better than if it disappeared forever.

I am notoriously indecisive when it comes to getting my hair cut.

My first impulse is to cut it off to an absurdly short length, simply because I love the sound of scissors snipping hair, but reality quickly sets in, and I remember how bad my hair looks when it gets any shorter than my jaw. Of course, this is not to say that I have cut my hair that short before–I haven’t had it that short since I was around seven–but I still feel that urge. However, common sense grows as you get older, and the allure of a sharp pair of shears is slowly fading.

Now, I just plop down into the chair and announce that I have no idea what to do. It is not a very helpful set of instructions, but with fine and incredibly thin hair like mine, the limits of what will actually look good do create a rather strict set of confines. Not too long or short, parted on the side, some sort of bangs, and lots of layers. So we set off into the world of trying not to make Ella look stringy haired. Thankfully, with a good hair-dresser like mine, it always turns out well, and I’m set for the next four months. This time I have a proper fringe after three years of side bangs, and my constant war with the hair dryer and round brush is about to begin.

You can also find me collecting lovely images and words on tumblr at I’d love for you to follow me on my trek into the wilds of tumblr.