the big snip
Sick of fighting with my hair in the never-ending humidity, I finally decided to quit whining and just do it. I decided to go for the Big Snip.
Driving home through horrendous Orchard Road traffic, after my haircut.
And I am so glad I did. It's so easy to style - I can leave it to air-dry, add a little hair wax before I go out, rumple my fingers through it, and I'm done. Using a hair-dryer takes about two minutes. It's nice not having hair hanging in my face on a hot, sticky day.
I had been worried that my hair would be butchered and that I would look too dull, like an 'auntie' or worse, like a domestic helper. But my Oddball Stylist did a great job. I've cut my hair with him on and off since 2005, and I think he has always done his best work with my shorter cuts, even though some of our experiments have turned out quite 'interesting'. After my haircut, I realised that my previous hairstyle had been the true disaster - frizzy, floppy in all the wrong ways, and just dragging me down.
Oddball Stylist and me at the salon.
It's only hair, but I really do feel different after the cut. I feel like I'm back to my old self, the way I was before The Bun was born. I had resisted cutting my hair so much because I had somehow locked myself into a 'moms-look-a-certain-way' frame, even though I don't believe in it and I can't even pin down what exactly that look is.
The night before my haircut I also gave The Bun a DIY haircut in our bathroom. Unfortunately I don't possess the skills that Oddball Stylist does, so The Bun presently has a dorky geek chic fringe that will hopefully grow out fine by the time we hit the festive season. His curls hide a multitude of snipping sins, especially in the back of his head. Soon enough we'll actually have matching haircuts, which will be really funny to see!
Driving home through horrendous Orchard Road traffic, after my haircut.
And I am so glad I did. It's so easy to style - I can leave it to air-dry, add a little hair wax before I go out, rumple my fingers through it, and I'm done. Using a hair-dryer takes about two minutes. It's nice not having hair hanging in my face on a hot, sticky day.
I had been worried that my hair would be butchered and that I would look too dull, like an 'auntie' or worse, like a domestic helper. But my Oddball Stylist did a great job. I've cut my hair with him on and off since 2005, and I think he has always done his best work with my shorter cuts, even though some of our experiments have turned out quite 'interesting'. After my haircut, I realised that my previous hairstyle had been the true disaster - frizzy, floppy in all the wrong ways, and just dragging me down.
Oddball Stylist and me at the salon.
It's only hair, but I really do feel different after the cut. I feel like I'm back to my old self, the way I was before The Bun was born. I had resisted cutting my hair so much because I had somehow locked myself into a 'moms-look-a-certain-way' frame, even though I don't believe in it and I can't even pin down what exactly that look is.
The night before my haircut I also gave The Bun a DIY haircut in our bathroom. Unfortunately I don't possess the skills that Oddball Stylist does, so The Bun presently has a dorky geek chic fringe that will hopefully grow out fine by the time we hit the festive season. His curls hide a multitude of snipping sins, especially in the back of his head. Soon enough we'll actually have matching haircuts, which will be really funny to see!