Zzzzzzh, zzzzzzh. The whir is such a welcome sound as my hairdresser switches on his clippers. This professional, who also happens to be the man with whom I’ve had my longest relationship, humours me as we launch into the same conversation we have at each appointment. “I want a change, to do something different,” I declare brightly, sitting in his black leather swivel chair.
“No you don’t. If you really wanted a change, you’d grow your hair!” he replies, briefly turning off the clippers. I shudder at the suggestion of long hair and agree that when it comes to mine, there is a strict “no grow” policy.
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Hairstyles go in and out of vogue but despite my life-long love affair with fashion, the one thing I’llnever change is having short hair.
Sure, I’ll experiment with clothes. Indeed, the only consistency about what I wear as I approach 50 isthat my wardrobe is crammed with more brighter, sparklier and feathery items than ever (my mauve fake marabou coat tempts me to take it out each time I open the cupboard). However, my hair length is non-negotiable: it’s short, short or shorter.