Focusing on the little things stops me from breaking down.
So. I guess it seems vaguely awful to try and distract yourself from the pain of losing someone through shallow escapism but to be honest living in the constant state of crying helps no-one. So, today, I went and got my hair cut. First of all I'd been meaning to have a change for a while (example) and I also needed it tidied up for the funeral. And I'm reallllyyyyy pleased with the results.
Before:
After:
Ignore the crappiness of my photo taking, and try to focus on the hair :P Is not the after waaaay cuter? And um, a bit shorter than I'd envisaged but still! Cute! With a FRINGE. Dude, it's been years since I had a fringe. Like... since I was 6.
So yep, a successful afternoon.
ETA: Oh wow! It looks even cuter in a little pony tail! EEEE. I love having my hair cut! Instant self image boost (until I have to wash it :P)
Before:
After:
Ignore the crappiness of my photo taking, and try to focus on the hair :P Is not the after waaaay cuter? And um, a bit shorter than I'd envisaged but still! Cute! With a FRINGE. Dude, it's been years since I had a fringe. Like... since I was 6.
So yep, a successful afternoon.
ETA: Oh wow! It looks even cuter in a little pony tail! EEEE. I love having my hair cut! Instant self image boost (until I have to wash it :P)