You might’ve seen I’ve had a pretty drastic haircut (for me anyway!). After a few weeks of getting used to life with shorter hair, I thought I’d share my thoughts on getting the chop.
I’m pretty lucky in that my hair has always just grown. Apparently I came straight outta my Momma with a crew cut. Too much information? Maybe, but I’ve had my hair past my chest for as long as I can remember. The only evidence it was ever short are the photos of a certain helmet cut when I was about 4 – thanks Ma. I have had my hair cut of course, but only the smallest trim. My hair has always been fairly easy to maintain – apart from that time my Mum left my Dad to comb it (with an actual comb) and my knots promptly took all the teeth out of the comb. Cue tears and vowing never to brush my hair again.
Anyway, my hair is – or was – kind of like a curtain, it always draped pretty straight, and was something that I could not only hide behind, but that would hide a cheeky stain on my top or an unforgiving sweat patch. I was 100% attached. I’d gone to the hairdressers many a time and toyed with the idea of something shorter – but never really wanted to or had the courage to do so. The closest I’d come was last September when I cut a good few inches off, making it above-boob length.
Until now. In May, my hair condition wasn’t great. I have a pretty sensitive scalp, and my hair moved in clumps rather than the silky, shiny free-fall I had before. So I booked myself a haircut. Why have long hair if I can’t even wear it down properly? Fast forward a few weeks and a changed shampoo (thank you L’Oreal for saving my hair life – more on that later!) and my hair was back to it’s normal self, but I’d already made that decision.
On the day of the chop, I sat at work having a little panic – could I cut off my hair? I felt like Samson. Heading to a brand new hairdressers (under recommendation) didn’t really help. I’d been to the same hairdresser for years, so I spent the day sprinting between super excited to get a new look and chickening out of it. Luckily, my hairdresser – Tommy – was really great, even when I sat as still as a rock as he cut most of my hair off, and then some more…and then some more.
In short (oops, pun not intended!) – I love my new hair. I’ve actually been styling it because it’s so easy and takes so little time to curl compared to before. Was changing my hair as life altering as I thought it would be? Maybe not. It’s a little strange trying to bring it forward to brush and remembering there’s nothing there – the same as squirting out a handful of conditioner and then realising you don’t need anywhere near as much anymore.
I do, however, feel like I have a little more sass, and it’s a little more carefree. It no longer gets caught underneath my bag straps, I don’t have to take out a small loan for the amount of conditioner I use and brushing takes approximately 30 seconds.
A major shoutout to Ralph & Rice for their lovely salon & cutting skills – and to Tommy for helping a gal out with a big decision like chopping it all off! I was recommended Ralph & Rice by two of my friends, and I’ll be recommending it from here on out. If you’re in London and in need of something new – definitely check them out.
Will I keep it short forever? Probably not. I’ll be short for a while no doubt – maybe even a bit shorter next time – but I’d like to grow it long again while I still can. But if you’ve never been short, go to a good hairdresser and try it – go shorter for summer! Escape from all those long hair pet hates you don’t know you have – until you go short.
*All thoughts on here are my own. This post is 100% not sponsored.