13/03/2013 09:50 GMT | Updated 13/05/2013 06:12 BST

For the Love of Hair

First there was the "Rachel", quickly followed by the "Monica" as the two most sought after hair styles of the nineties. I often wonder how many hairdressers were asked to recreate the looks of the characters across the world? My guess is that it was countless. But since then, there hasn't really been anyone who has created a stir like the girls from Friends. The naughties seem to have been left out. Until now.

Long hair to me, seemed to be a credential for supermodels, until Agyness Deyn changed all that. And so began a shift. It wasn't until London Fashion Week in February, that I started to feel that maybe my almost waist length hair was no longer trendy. And who do I have to thank for that? Karlie Kloss.

As one of the world's most-booked models, Karlie has always been a personal favourite of mine. To date, we've known her for her long brown locks, but 2013 has seen her reinvent herself. Her short, choppy style has me worried. I'm now on a daily trawl all over pinterest looking for hair inspiration and to see if I should take the plunge myself and cut almost a foot off my own hair. Now, look, I'm no Karlie to look at, but I think I can just about rock this look. Eventually. But it's the scissors that scare me. The girl's on America's Next Top Model have nothing on me and my tears in hair salons.

Cutting my hair is kind of similar to me breaking up with a pair of well worn, but loved pair of shoes. I love them, but I have worn them to death and it's time for them to go to the place where shoes go to die, i.e. the bin. My long hair has been a constant feature my whole life. If I cut it, I'll look different and right now I can't see myself with a shorter bob. So I tried the websites where you can upload a picture of yourself, and superimpose hair styles onto your image. This exercise did not go as well as planned, and in one instance, my hair looked more like "Sponge Bob" than "Katie Holmes bob". So short of trying on a wig, I am no closer to visualising what I might look like.

At this point in time, I am still undecided as to what to do. Perhaps the solution is to cut in steps so the change is less dramatic and I can spare my poor hairdresser the trauma of having to deal with me crying like a toddler. All I can say is that it's all Karlie's fault, and to supermodels out there, no more changes. Please.