In the last week or so, a lot of people have written to me regarding my *deliberation* on whether to get a drastic hair cut.
Well once upon a time, I did have short hair.
This is what I looked like in 1998 – I was 20. Don’t you love the passport photo?
One day, eleven years ago, my hair was long and straight, and I suddenly thought – IT’S TIME.
I walked into a hair salon in Singapore, and said, I’d like a bob thanks.
The hairdresser, who was a lovely, young Singaporean man said, “Eh? Bob? Wah?””
And I was like, “Eh? Do you speak English? Bob! Short! Cut it all off!”
He then spent 15 minutes trying to talk me out of it.
But I waved my hands around saying, “No no! I’ve already thought about it! My love life is going no where! I need a holiday! I need a change! Cut it off! All! Now!“
He was so nice to me after that.
He actually cut it a bit shorter and sleeker than in the picture here – longer at the front and shorter at the back.
Anyway, it was the shortest I ever had my hair. Everyone said it looked great on me, that it made me look taller and my neck look longer.
But it took me AGES to get used to using a SMALL amount of shampoo when washing my hair. I’d get into the shower, squirt a HUGE GLOB into my palm, and think ARGH TOO MUCH! And try to squeeze the shampoo back into the bottle. So, short hair = little shampoo.
And all the blow drying and styling was annoying. I couldn’t just wake up, tie my hair back in a ponytail and go. I had to use so much product to stop myself from looking like a bear.
And then I had to visit my hairdresser every 4 weeks for a trim. It was so expensive to maintain.
This is me in 1998 or 1999, I can’t actually remember. The other person in the picture is my little sister, and she was feeling very blurry that day. Hi Sis!
I think I kept my hair short for about a year. I tried a few variations of this length – the “Posh” bob, a more jagged bob, wispy ends that curled up, ends that curled in, and a few different shades. Then I got bored with it.
I was tempted to cut it REALLY short, and try the whole cute pixie-look, or spiky biker-chick look! But I didn’t like the idea of being mistaken for a guy. Hey, that might’ve been kind of interesting! Being a biker chick, that is.
And then I really, really wanted to dye it pink, blue or purple, just for fun.
But in the end, I was very busy with work, so I just decided to slowly grow it out again.
Mind you, it looked terrible for ages! I looked like a school girl until it grew to about shoulder length.
And my hair has been long past my shoulders ever since, and getting longer and longer.
So there you have it.
The very short history of my not-so-short hair.