Adios Pixie.

Back in April I got some courage and chopped off my hair. And it was crazy and kind of liberating and there was a lot of self discovery involved. And we ended up taking it even shorter. I have a lot of hair and the cut just wasn't working with that amount of hair.

And then it grew. And I had a pet mullet. And the mullet needed to go. Originally the plan was to grow out my hair and just tame the mullet. This was probably two weeks ago. So some classmates and I started flipping through pictures. And we saw one and loved it. And the next thing I knew there were clippers on the back of my head. The mullet was gone, but so was a lot more of my hair.

But it looked fantastic. So much better than the first couple cuts. The same night I got mine cut, a friend got hers cut into a cute long A-line. I went home and was telling Ross about it and I teared up a little. (I feel pathetic admitting that.) But here I was with short hair, (And it even looked cute) but feeling like my hair was never ever going to grow back.

I really have enjoyed the short hair. It's easy to do, and a bad pixie day is a thousand times more fashionable than a greasy ponytail. Even on my bad hair days I get compliments. I have NEVER had so many compliments on my hair. Ever.

But I'm starting to get envious of all these women with long locks. And I think it's time to start the awkward growing process. I want to stay away from my thermal tools as much as possible and will probably not be going platinum like I've been thinking about. Please be kind and offer fake compliments on my "style".

The couple (hundred) blogs I've stalked about growing out pixies have been wonderful and so helpful, hopefully it will make the "Bieber" and mullet, and holes-because-the-hair-in-front-of-my-ears-is-shorter stages more bearable. I also might be wearing lots of hats and headbands. But hopefully someday I'll have luscious locks again.

Adios pixie. It's been fun.