Pixie Part 1.

Yesterday I walked into school, and came out about 15 pounds lighter. I suppose I owe an explanation.

This is was me. In fact, this was me less than an hour before I went in to my hair appointment.

 And this was me with hair extensions.

Back to the story. I've been thinking about cutting my hair for a while. I needed something cute and fun. Life has gotten busy. There are a thousand things I want to do in the day, and time is scarce. Doing cosmetology, I HAVE to look good. All the time. The last thing I want to do is spend an hour getting ready for the day. It became a chore, instead of something i enjoyed. And truth be told, I damaged my like crazy. I wanted a style that I wouldn't have to use thermal tools to make it look good.

This weekend I was browsing Pinterest and came across this picture. And my heart stopped for a minute, then it ended up in my throat and pounded like crazy.

And I fell in love. And it was terrifying. I love short hair on other people, but it absolutely was not for me. I am not bold or daring enough. But I will gladly volunteer and encourage just about everyone else while I sit and spectate.

But it kept eating at me. I kept going back to that picture of Emma Watson and then started looking at all of her pixie pictures, other pixie styles, pixie websites, pixie blogs, pixie this, pixie that, and I couldn't stop. Like, it was keeping me up at night I was thinking about it so much.

I interviewed just about everyone I came in contact with about their thoughts on short hair.

Tuesday evening I set up my appointment. I was pretty sure I would end up with a short, choppy bob, but after consulting with a teacher, I was pretty convinced. We even picked out a student to do the cut that would do a great job. I asked Ross to help me pick something out and he ended up finding this picture for me. Very fem and sassy.

Tuesday Night: I didn't sleep. I was almost nauseous I was so nervous. I've never had hair above shoulder length. There were three major worries for me:

1.) Looking butch
2.) Looking fat
3.) Not having the right face for it.

But honestly, it's liberating. I wasn't entirely sure about the new 'do yesterday, I didn't have much time to play with it, but I think I really do love it.  As far as my worries:

1.) I've actually never felt so dainty and girlie in my life. My earrings look awesome without the hair back drop. I think I'm going to go pick out some ultra girly tops to rock with it, I can play with make up now. My face is my new canvas, but we'll talk about that later.
2.) Looking at the pictures, I feel like the cut makes me look about 10 pounds lighter. I feel like a gazelle. Tall and lean.
3.) I have a cute face. Who knew?! I actually love baring my face. My eyes look different, the focus is on my face now, and I'm excited to play with make up.

It's been awesome. I get it wet, and by the time I'm done doing my make up, my hair is dry and done, too! 

We still have some work to do with the color, bur here's where we're at.

I can even add scarves or headbands.

A side view.

The other side view.

The back.

Before and After.

I've gotten a lot of mixed feedback. The most popular response is "Ohhhhh my gosh what did Ross say? What does he think?"

Which kind of bothers me. I don't think I'd consider myself a feminist, but I am all about the independent woman. I don't think there's anything more beautiful than a confident woman with a smile on her face. Gratefully, Ross agrees.  And for the record, he does like it.

I'm still not sure how to wear short hair, but I'll be picking up some new styling tools and get to playing. I think I might trim it up a bit more now that I'm not afraid of the short hair, but I'm loving the new 'do! It's a little punk, a little flirt, and a whole lotta sass!