When I was a kid our babysitter used to live across the road from us and she wasn’t your typical teenage girl. She had three kids of her own who were old enough to be left on their own when she came over to mind us. When I was about eight or nine her daughter must have been about sixteen. She was into The Cure and had this amazing Robert Smith hairdo, all black and long and spiky. Of course I didn’t know who Robert Smith was, but I was in love the haircut, hers and his.
And so it was that when I went for my regular haircut at our local old ladies salon I asked my mum to ask the hairdresser (you could not imagine how shy I was as a kid…) to do my hair like Ruth’s, which in turn would make it like Mr Smith’s himself. I’ve never to this day figured out whether my mum didn’t know what I meant, the hairdresser didn’t know what my mum meant or my mother used this unique opportunity to get the haircut she thought I should have. But when I left the hairdressers that day I left with what could only be described as a short back and sides.
Now, I’ve never been one of those girly girls. I like dressing nice like everyone does but I’m not big on make-up unless it’s a night out and I was never one of those young girls who insisted on having hair down their back even though it was straggly and split. But that haircut. Boy, that haircut. I cried. And cried and well, you get the picture. Ever since then it’s been safe haircuts all the way for me. Always below the shoulder, sometimes a fringe but always one that I could pin back and get rid of if I wanted, boring boring boring. Then on Monday my friend came round to cut my hair and I thought to myself, well it could never be as bad as that hairdo could it? And so I went for it. It’s by no means a short back and sides, it’s a bob. A lovely, shiny, curls under without me asking bob. According to one of the kids I’m an Indie Cindy. I am unfeasibly happy. So happy in fact that despite the fact that I am an intelligent, professional woman, I have written an embarrassing amount of words about a haircut. I’m going to hang my head in shame and think about what I’ve done. And make you wait for a picture x
Can’t wait to see it! I love getting new haircuts; it’s so much fun to change your appearance. It always makes me feel cool, and not like the nerdy teacher I am.
I’m impressed that it curls under for you. My attempts at having a bob are always hampered by the fact that my hair is naturally curly and even with straighteners there is only an illusion of straightness until I step out into a slightly damp British atmosphere - at which point my head is taken over by the frizz monster! Yet this doesn’t stop me having occasional haircut amnesia at the hairdresser’s and getting them to cut me a bob type style again and again and…
you always think, this time it’ll be ok, don’t you? and you’re right, british weather is noooo help lol x