This afternoon I broke the cardinal rule of hair care: I cut my own hair … and I don’t mean a trim. I mean I CUT my hair. Equipped with a good pair of hair scissors, a fine comb, and a razor comb, I proceeded to give myself a sassy pixie cut and boy! do I feel back to my normal artsy self.
As most of you who have followed me for some time know, my hair has been a source of frustration and consternation for the last two years. I’ve been on the fence about letting my natural hair color — yes, in all of its silvery glory — grow out. I’ve spent the last two years stripping the black out of it, only to dye it black again out of habit and frustration. I got a really short haircut last December, only to loath it, grow it out and then chop bangs into it … as is my habit. However, I screwed up and parted the bangs too far back, so I’ve been struggling with styling it. I lifted the black, put it back in … lifted the black and have been frustrated with the brassiness. To make matters worse, the anesthesia from last June’s operation completely changed my hair texture. To make a long story short, I hated the way my hair looked and felt. It was time for a change.
I wanted something edgy, yet versatile for vintage looks. After all, pixies can be hit or miss with 1920’s looks. If it’s slightly longer I can easily style it into a 1920s Eton Crop; if it’s too short, it looks ridiculous on me and way too 1960s for my taste. While I know that going to my stylist would have been the best course of action, I was feeling particularly creative, impatient, and adventurous today. It is, after all, the first day of Spring Break and I’m itching to do something new.
When I started I was shocked by how much hair was on my head! When did my hair get thick? Seriously! I’ve always had fine hair. Maybe it’s the underlying silver that’s making my hair thicker and courser? It took forever to cut!!! Chop! Chop with the scissors and a bunch of passes with the razor comb and VOILA!
Not too shabby! Most of the over-processed hair is gone, leaving me with my natural color, blonde, and some red. This isn’t the first time I’ve cut my own hair; however, the last time I attempted it was over 25 years ago! I know what I like and what looks good on me — once I started cutting, it all came back to me. The razor comb is a Goddess-send, that’s for sure.
Here’s to new beginnings … and a fresh, new me! I’m sure I’ll be visiting my stylist for a corrective trim in a month or so. For now, I’m quite happy with my artsy new haircut.