For I have sinned.
Vintage (and creased) silk skirt, Topshop top, Georgia Rose sandals c/o Sarenza, H&M ring, Primark belt
I cut my hair. Or rather, I was coerced into cutting my hair by the hairdresser who was using me as a model for a class on how to cut short hair. So I suppose it was inevitable, really. As she rightly pointed out, people didn’t want to see the ends of my mullet being tickled by a pair of scissors. They wanted a transformation. I convinced them to colour it for me, to make up for the waste of all those months of growing, and then snip, snip, snip – all gone (practically. My neck is cold).
I must admit though – I look better with short hair. I think after years of close crops and pixie cuts, I’d dreamt up an imaginary long-haired me – long-hair Jen had lustrous, flowing locks that were naturally thick with the perfect bohemian wave. In reality, long-hair Jen has flat, baby fine hair that refuses to do what she asks and hangs limply from her scalp. So short it is!
I’m sad to have lost my only thing in common with Emma Watson (who is also growing out a crop, although doing a much better job of it than I was) but reading this piece on short hair from American Vogue in 1988 (thanks to the glamourai for linking to it) makes me feel much better about life without long locks.
Would you ever go for the crop chop?