Picture this, it’s a normal Wednesday evening, nothing much going on so I decide to have a hot shower and wash my hair. I had been growing my hair since I got engaged in December 2008 and by that evening it fell past my shoulders and half way down my back- the longest I had ever had it. I had wanted long hair so that I could get it put up for my wedding in a classic, timeless style and although I got married in 2010, I didn’t cut it afterwards.
I kept it long and felt like it was some sort of badge, I was proud to have had the patience to grow it. It was feminine and fun. I’d also got very good at styling it- in curls, in up-dos, side low ponytail with curls was a particular fav…
But then on this normal Wednesday evening as I lathered my thick blonde locks in shampoo, I felt this sudden and intense desire to cut it all off. It was such a strong feeling. I often get urges and decide to do something to my hair, whether it’s dying it darker, styling it differently or that one time I decided to get bright pink sections (I seriously did!!), however this was a much more powerful emotion.
I almost grabbed the scissors as soon as I stepped out of the shower but thought “hmmm…probably best to get professional help here”, and I don’t mean a therapist. Thankfully I’d already made a hair appointment with my fabulous hairdresser Roisin at ‘The Works” in Omagh.
So two days later, I broke the news to Roisin that I want to cut off the two years of patience. I was never one for being precious about my hair, I’m of the opinion that it will always grow back, a somewhat different attitude to others I’ve seen in the hairdressers chair with a nervous fear of losing any more than exactly one inch of their locks.
Now, I must explain that Roisin has been my hairdresser for many years and I trust her implicitly. I showed her what I thought might look good on me, a Gywneth Paltrow-style long bob and she worked her magic.
Having about 6 inches or more cut off my hair felt like a weight off my shoulders (sorry for cliche!). It was like two years of stress, anxiety, loss- all the negative emotions- just fell to the floor along with my split ends. My new cut made me feel confident, sexy, fashionable and in a way, me again.
So what is the point in telling you this story? ;) To recommend a change in style and it can make you feel like a new person, or re-discover your old self…either way it is a change and we could all use that every once in a while.
So here’s to my new hair style. And a new lease of life. Although…I might go even shorter at my next appointment!