Oh no. What have I done.

I'm not averse to chopping my hair when the mood takes me and I'm usual not too bad at it. Gawd knows what I've done this morning though as I now look like a cross between a scarecrow and a birds nest after a storm.  Thankfully my usual hairdresser can rescue it for me and has often in the past. Unfortunately she's away until Friday so I'm going to have to walk around with a bag on my head or hibernate for a week.  At least it'll have grown out nicely by Christmas.