Not a lot of people know this, as it’s quite embarrassing to admit, but just before Christmas I did what no woman should ever do….
I CUT MY OWN HAIR!
This is, of course, asking for trouble at the best of times. I’m sure everyone has given their own fringe a trim as a kid – the results were never good. And come to think of it, none of my Barbie’s looked particularly stylish after I’d given their hair a bit of spruce with a pair of craft scissors. The writing was on the wall, you might say.
Anyhoo, there I was one night. Him indoors was on a rare night out, children were in bed, I was having a glass of Bailey’s and a trawl through YouTube. I somehow came across a huge number of videos of girls with beautiful hair, giving me tutorials on how to cut it yourself. Ooof, this will save me loadsa money, I thought. That looks so easy, and those girls have fantastic hair. Bolstered by the Bailey’s, I grabbed the kitchen scissors (yes, I know KITCHEN SCISSORS, this was never, ever, ever going to end well) and headed off to the bathroom. I’ll just trim the split ends off, I thought.
To, eh hem, cut a long story short, the results were not good. I had some sort of weird mullet with short bits sprouting up from the top and uneven long straggly bits at the back. My shoulder length hair was ruined.
Thankfully, my mother-in-law was visiting a couple of days later. She used to be a hairdresser, so she did the best she could with what she had to work with. I now had shortish hair. I’ve never had short hair. Haven’t got the face for it. But everyone thought it suited me.
This weekend, I took the plunge and am now the owner of I a proper haircut. I’ve got a pixie cut and I love it! I had a bit of a wobble, worrying I looked a bit butch but now, I love it. This may sound ridiculous, but it’s the haircut I’ve been waiting for. I feel different, more confident. I’ve found a style that suits me. I’m going to be channeling a bit of Jean Seberg, I’ve always loved her hair and her simple, chic style (minus the ciggie). So now, I am hoping my ‘I don’t know what to wear, boo hoo’ trauma will be solved by asking myself ‘ Would Jean Seberg wear this?’. Simples.