It’s fair to say I like to procrastinate. I overthink everything for too long and easily talk myself out of any idea I have. It was as much to my surprise as any when I allowed my hairdresser to dye my hair red last year.
I’ve spent the last 10 years mulling over the idea of a full heavy fringe. I’ve watched as various people I know and celebrities have taken the plunge and been in awe of the outcome. I’ve always maintained a list of excuses as to why I could never do it myself; my hair’s too thin, it won’t train right because I’ve always had a centre parting, my face is too round, blah blah blah.
Now, to say I’ve gone and taken the plunge would be fibbing. I’m still not that kind of girl. I’ve edged towards it each hair cut for the last 6 months. Starting with longish layering around my face that gradually got shorter, until I was sporting a split long fringe reminiscent of 90’s curtains.
This haircut however I had some hand-holding in the way of our very own Housemate Emily who wouldn’t let me leave without going the full hog straight across my eyebrows. I refused to look in the mirror until we were just leaving but I could see myself in the window and couldn’t help but have a little smile to myself. I won’t pretend I’m brave, and it’s hardly a brave thing to have your hair cut but I did feel a little bit chuffed with myself. I’ve had various comments since, about looking 13, like a member of The Beatles and like I’m wearing a wig but none of them have so far dampened my spirits and I love it.
What exciting step can I possibly take next!?