My hair has been getting long, or at least long for me. It’s very fine, which causes it to tangle throughout the day and look a bit ragged. Not exactly a professional look. When you work in higher ed and already look younger than your age, having messy hair only encourages getting mistaken for an undergrad.
I scheduled my chop for this past Friday. I missed having short hair and was in the mood to do something completely different.
Also, I’ve been reading a lot about the 1920s (more on that tomorrow). The more I read about chic, American women living in Paris with their short hair, the shorter I wanted to go. Bobbing of hair in the 1920s is probably over romanticized today, but, oh well, I’m totally caught up in allure of the liberated, glamorous hairstyle.
Above is my before shot taken just minutes before I left for the salon. It makes me cringe just remembering how bad it had gotten.
And below is my after shot. Short and chic. I love it! The people who worked in the salon kept asking me, wasn’t your hair long when you came in? Yes, yes it was. I love the drama of a long to short chop.
And the 1920s is influencing more than just my hair right now. Friday after the cut, I wore a sweater and dress combination by Elsa Esturgie, a French designer, and my beat-up Nine West black flats. The silhouette reminisces of the dropped waist, boxy cut from the 1920s.
It’s such a relief to loose all that hair and have a completely new style. This isn’t the shortest haircut I’ve ever had, but it’s probably the second shortest. I keep catching glimpses of myself in the mirror and doing double takes.
photos by Travis Haughton – Wasabi Photography