Although taken from a slightly different angle, these photos rather prove my point that when you have long hair no one ever notices the difference when you decide to lop a load off. The one on the left is me a few months back with Aveda’s scissor genius Olivier (who gave me that blissful blowdry into the bargain). The one on the right is me a fortnight ago when he cut a good 10cm/5″ cut off – at my request.
I needed to get some healthy swing back in – long hair can get so heavy and flat, and I was a bit worried about it being too short. But it’s clear that the effect is still the same – long, blonde hair, even with what was, for me, quite a drastic chop. I was starting to feel that on the days when it was a bit messy or I hadn’t bothered to blow dry it that I was approaching the dread stripper hair – when it’s just too long for your age. Looking as as if one is desperately attempting the tousled, sexy insouciance of youth, when in fact it just looks dragged-through-a-hedge-backwards.
In the same way that I rarely bothered with make up in my twenties, I never bothered with hair products or styling. Now I am in my 30s I feel a I have to be a lot more together now with my general look – dishevelled just looks lazy as opposed to laidback…and I feel better for it too. Even if I still resent every single moment spent having to wield a sodding hairdryer. (Altho BaByliss Big Hair: I <3 you.)
Although no one else seems to really notice that I’ve had a chop, there is a real everyday difference in having 10cm off: if I can’t be bothered to style it, it actually hangs and bounces, whereas before it was just too heavy and looked lank very quickly. The only thing I miss is not being able to tie it in a knot at the nape of my neck without a hairbobble.
Thanks to Olivier & to Aveda Covent Garden.