Growing a moustache was out (give it a few more years) so back through the family albums I went to glean inspiration of what might have suited me once upon a time.
My answer: a fringe. My logic: i looked cute with a fringe when i was 6. I did however ignore the fact that I looked hideous with (or indeed without i imagine) a fringe at the age of 12, but hey the brace has gone and the spots don't command eye contact these days.
Off to the hairdressers I poodled with a rather optimistic photo of Zooey Deschanel and a dream of a better life to follow. Snip snip snip.
Now is it me or is it a bad sign when people either hesitate when asked if they like something or choose not to even mention the fact that you've had a radical appearance-altering haircut? I ask because these were my first 6 encounters post fringe (here-on-in refered to as PF). Granted my hairdresser has an obsession with straighteners so it was more Worzel than Zooey to start but still, i'd at least have liked a big of feigned fringe-appreciation.
Over the next 3 days fringe-loathing took up my every waking thought: it's too hot, it's wonkey, i'm going to get spots, i look 6 years old... but as my hair came out of shock and i went back to work for the first time PF the bang loving began. It certainly helps that i work in advertising where fringes are super cool and it's almost good to look odd/ugly/androgynous whereas i have no doubt that had i worked in another industry (or indeed not in London) i would have been met with silence or refused acknowledgement.
I am now almost embarrased at the fringe love, it's raining down like a torrent of petals every step i take (well kind of) however on meeting my mother the other day, the women for whom i disregarded botox or a chin implant let us not forget, pre even "hello" I was met with "i hate it, it doesn't suit you". But give it time and even she'll find it hard to remember life pre-Fringe.
