The attributes I admire in others are invariably the things that I am most deficient in: the ability to order in a restaurant and be understood first time, to self-motivate to go running in the cold, to make decisions about haircuts, to make decisions in general...
A bob is a decision. It's a risky purchase that you can't take back to the shop. When I see a girl with a bob, I think (admiringly): 'That girl has made a decision'.
Images via Pinterest: 1. The Locals; 2. Yvonne Kone; 3. Zara People (original source removed);
4. Lee Coren (via Miss Moss); 5. The White Pepper
4. Lee Coren (via Miss Moss); 5. The White Pepper
This inability to make decisions runs in my family. My sister recently spent two weeks solid trawling through online camera reviews to help her decide (or to decide and then undecide) which one to buy her boyfriend for Christmas. The Christmas deadline for this was probably the only reason she bought one at all. No deadline = no decision. Just endless internet research.
I try to get round this by booking hair appointments well in advance – creating a deadline – in the hope that by that far-off date I'll be forced into choosing one way or another. It has never worked before (I continue to have pedestrian hair) but I keep on trying.
After all the internet research and the thinking and the pros and cons lists though, the funny thing about hair decisions is that even if you do end up with a haircut you hate, it's hair, it's there, it grows, and you just find a way to get along with it. In the end, it's just not that important really, I guess.