Pixie Part 2.

I've been sporting my short hair for a while now. (Like what? A week and a half?) So here's what's up.

At school we had a student appreciation day where we got to work on each other and just hang out. Two of my trusty classmates helped me lighten it to take out the gold/yellow locks, so now it's back to a pretty blonde color. Perfect for summer. My teacher also helped thin and texturize it. I have enough hair for an army, so the original cut wasn't quite working. It's SO much better!

But here's the thing. I'm still learning. I don't know a ton about short hair, so I've been playing and trying to do something different with it each day.

Sometimes, especially in the morning when it's all fluffy, I feel like I look like this.

Sometimes, I'll play with my make up and attempt a cat eye. And then I feel like I look like a cat. Or kind of like Madam Hooch. (And she looks like a cat, too.)

And then sometimes, I try to style it edgy and spiky. But honestly, I come out looking like a pokemon character.

And once in a blue moon, I'll have a good hair day, but make stupid faces.

I'm so grateful for everyone who's told me it looks good and that they like it rather than meow or chirp at me.

It's a trendy, fun cut, but let's get real here. I'm a mom. I shop at Old Navy, wear sneakers, and am window shopping online for minivans. So the cut is a good thing. I do feel super trendy with it.

Sometimes, I'll go to put my hair in a ponytail, like when I'm doing dishes, only to find that I don't have any hair TO put up. It's pretty weird. It's been fun to mess around with, and I'm learning about what different products do. (Which is dangerous. I was already a product junkie!) Overall, I'm still don't regret it.