I’m growing my hair out. And because I have to justify my decision to myself almost daily, I figured I’d post a bit about it here.
I had a pixie. It was kind of always my ‘do. I first got it in 9th grade (not counting when I had one when I was a little kid), and have kept it pretty much ever since. Sure, I grew it out to chin length a few times and even made it to my shoulders on one attempt, but I always went back. Back to the pixie. The last time I went from bob to pixie (in 2010), I felt so much more like myself. It wasn’t that I didn’t feel like myself with a bob—it just felt like a comeback when the extra hair was gone.
But such a short cut takes a lot of work. Not day-to-day work, obviously, since there isn’t much to do each morning, but the hair appointments have to be pretty regular. In order to save money, I would wait until my hair got long enough to drive me crazy (and stop behaving), and then I’d schedule an appointment for the next week. It was a great strategy, especially for someone who loves the experience of getting her hair cut and would happily go back every four weeks (or sooner).
For my last handful of cuts, though, I really struggled to get into my (totally awesome) salon. My schedule was packed and unpredictable, making carving out time for an appointment really difficult. Plus, paying for them was never painless (even if I was waiting a few extra weeks in between). And finally, I was starting to get curious about what I might look like with a longer ‘do and was getting anxious to try out new styles involving bobby pins, braids, elastics, whatever.
So, I made my decision: the hair is growing out. In the summer (whoops!). But I’ve already made a ton of progress (I can put my hair up in a mess of swirls with bobby pins again!). I just have to keep returning to my Pinterest board for motivation.