[This is part two in a series on the emotional experience of growing my hair out from an extreme pixie. It’s not for the faint of heart. For part one, click HERE.]
It’s a unique brand of torture, growing out your pixie cut. I had forgotten this, of course, when I took scissors to my own head and gave myself the Rosemary’s Baby treatment, or I might have thought twice about it. (That’s not true, having a pixie cut is totally the best, but I should have known there wasn’t a haircut on Earth that could tame me forever).
Quick refresher — I started off with about an inch or two of hair all over.
Anyway now that the time has come and I’m two months in to the process of growing it out, I thought I’d share with you how I’m coping.
The first thing I did once I’d made the decision was change my hair color. I figured a good visual jolt would distract me from my inevitable mullet and duck butt. That’s not to mention my wannabe-bed-head Ý la Keith Urban, who, alongside Justin Bieber, basically represents everything I’m afraid of looking like while going through this transition. (I know, deep-seeded stuff). After a few months of pure growth, I’d landed here:
And the back was just kind of a whole confused mess…
I spent a lot of time with my bangs clipped back trying to pass my hair for a bob-type cut.
It’s been a learning curve, to say the least. So, I went crawling back to my ever-forgiving stylist, Vanessa, and she helped me shape my Ron Burgundy situation without loosing the length in front I was so desperate to see return. She’s too good to me, that Vanessa. Here’s where we ended up — an asymmetrical happy medium.
I’ve started to lose the clip and experiment with a French braid across the crown when I want to keep my hair back, which is totally doable with my newfound length in front. But my 1/2 inch straightener is there for me when I want the forehead coverage I had so come to miss. Slowly but surely, I’m working it out.
To be continued …