Sunday, August 24, 2014

The Grand Pixie

I, in my 23 years of life (not including a strange mushroom cut I bore when I was in 5th grade) have never had short hair. At the beginning of summer a very important relationship was ending and many changes were occurring in my life, and I thought a haircut was just the thing. I opted for an inverted bob, which I adored. It was the first time I had ever left a hairstylists chair feeling confident and loving what I saw. A couple of weeks ago, I was itching for a trim and instead of waiting for my usual hairstylist (who was fully booked) I went to someone unfamiliar and unfortunately ended up with what was (in my opinion) the worst haircut I had ever seen. I may have over dramatized a little bit but I was still very unhappy. A friend of mine graciously offered to fix it for me, but said the only direction we could go was shorter. I was devastated. I ended up with a pixie cut, which was so much better than the strange beehive/grandmother do that I had the day before, but I am still having a very difficult time adjusting to short hair. I am in the process of growing out my pixie, which has been kind to me in many ways, but I have been warned of the awkward stages I am about to endure. 
Bring on the change of seasons and copious amounts of hats! 

Thanks to my friend Robyn, who took some lovely photos to help boost my pixie confidence.

"Be easy. Take your time. You are coming home to yourself."