A few months ago, way back in April in fact, I talked all about the process of growing out a pixie cut. I moaned about the constantly worsening state of my hair, and my sheer stupidity and pigheadedness in believing that this phase would completely pass my by. That post was written around 3 months into growing out, so here we are 5 months down the line and 8 months into the growing out process and we have hit ‘The Bob’ phase.
I was going to write a completely new post today, but when I was going back and reading the old post, I couldn’t help but giggle at where I was, and think about where I have come, so I’ve copied some of the points I made and added round 2 commentary!
First things first, I love my short hair. I really, really do. I have received a multitude of compliments about it, and it does look good. I prefer it when it is a super short pixie cut to being nearer bob length, but it has been received well by pretty much everyone who has seen it. Yes, there is less you can do with short hair, but there are lots of funky options, and it takes a lot less time to deal with (whether it’s washing it, drying it, brushing it….anything).
I am still in love with short hair, and looking back at pictures from when I first got it done, I can see why I was complimented and why I liked it so much. Short hair, for me, was effortlessly chic. It always looked better than the time it took to put into it, it fell into great styles, and could be changed up easily, at a moments notice. There has been more than a few times in the past 5 months where I have come very close to marchin back into the hairdressers and begging for them to chop it all off. Even when I was sat in the chair knowing I should, and would, ask for the least amount possible to be removed, I knew there was a chance that I would word vomit ‘shave the back, cut it short’. I felt like the devil on the shoulder was whispering you know you want to throughout the entire process.
I also loved long hair. It fell pretty much straight with little effort, it always tied back and went into nice braids and up dos. Yes, it didn’t curl well or easily. I loved the simplicity of being able to chuck it up for the gym, or if I wasn’t feeling it down, or was fed up of it over my face. I just wanted a change.
I think this process has made me realise just how much I love long hair. Yes, I do love the effortless nature of short hair, and the reduction in time wasted persuading your hair to do what you want it to, but I like playing with long hair. I really, really, miss braiding and plaiting my hair. I can’t tell you how much I miss this. I’ve been watching videos of Giovanna Fletcher and jealously wishing my hair was long enough to plait like she does. Don’t get me wrong, I have mastered nothing but a high pony tail and a messy bun, but I enjoy trying and playing with hair.
So, to the point of this post: The Growing Out Phase. I thought this would be fine. I thought I had done all the research I needed to and made and informed and rational decision when I got my hair cut short. I knew what everyone else said, I knew how it made them feel, and I decided that it would be fine for me if I ever came to grow my pixie cut out. Pfft, was I wrong?!
I don’t think I could have been more wrong. I watched videos and read posts about mastering some basic hair styles that you could do as your hair adapted, and just thought ‘eh, i’ll be able to pin it back’. This DID NOT work as a strategy for long. My head does not suit hats, or head bands, or bandanas, or scarves, so every time I was having a bad hair day (which felt like every day) I couldn’t hide behind anything. I finally managed to find a couple of things that I liked, and as my hair grew they became easier, but I began to hate the fact that it was so mismatched and in such poor quality that I couldn’t wear it down.
I don’t know whether it was pig-headedness, a belief I knew better, or just that I could cope with this in a more adult way, but I hate it. My Hair is currently at a very bizarre stage. I have passed the Stephen Gately 1990’s curtains, I am entering the not quite bob not quite mullet phase with speed, and seem to be stuck constantly stuck in a ‘hi this is your growing out fringe and I am going to flop over your face at all the most annoying points of your day” phase.
I got my hair cut super recently, so to accurately describe the last 5 months, I’ll give you a run down of the phases. I never hit the bob phase, nuh uh, it never came. I did start ploughing full speed into the mullet phase, circa. 2000 Billy Rae Cyrus. It started uncontrollably flicking (not in a pretty way but in a dragged through an owl infested hedge backwards kinda way.) It began to grow as weird rates and lengths (hence the horrendous mullet.) So I finally, FINALLY had a hair cut. I went in and said cut off as little as you can that makes it a) a style, b) healthy, and c) manageable. I came out with a bob. I don’t like bobs on my face, but I am hoping beyond hope it now grows straight and non-mullet like.
It’s annoying all the time. It annoys me when it dries and takes forever instead of 3 minutes. It annoys me when it randomly flicks in one direction by my ears and at the top of my neck. It annoys me when my fringe is always in my eyes no matter what I do. It annoys me that my fringe is never quite long enough to tuck behind my ears and keep from my face. It annoys me that it flops in every annoying direction when I am at the gym, but isn’t long enough to tie or clip up and stop it happening.
In the past 5 months, my fringe finally grew long enough to tuck behind my ear, and properly clip it back (and then I got it cut into a bob and this stopped.) It became long enough to tie back in the world’s tiniest pony tail with the aid of clips (and then I got it cut into a bob and this stopped.) There was enough hair and length that I could two-strand braid the front and sides to create a simple hair style that stayed in all day and made it look like I had put a lot more time and effort into my hair that I actually had (and then I got it cut into a bob and this stopped.)
The worst bit is that it keeps getting worse. I know that there is always an annoying period with any change, but it just doesn’t get any better. I read all about tricks and tips to get through this horrendous barrier, but I am already wishing I could just shave it all off. I don’t have the time or the inclination to learn how to do fancy things with it.
It got better, and worse. The hair itself just looked awful, and I could no longer wear it down at all, and when I tried I had to clip bits back or accept that it was never going to look good, even when I used the straighteners I had bought. But it tied back and became easier to manage in that sense. It behaved when it was tied back, and was off my neck for the summer, which I appreciated. I was beginning to get more irritated that it would never look good, so I finally bit the bullet and got it cut.
I’ve read lots of posts and watched lots of videos that say the key to growing out a pixie cut is get it little cuts, and get them often. I decided that I knew better (of course, obviously) and decided that I would definitely be able to just cope. I read that when it bulges and flicks at the ears, you will need to get it cut shorter because without it the hair has no style other than thick mullet (of course, as discussed in detail above, I decided that I knew better than EVERYONE before me.) It has meant that I now have a bob cut. There is no problem with them, in fact I really like them on other people, but I just don’t feel like I have the face to pull one off, and of course, that a bob provides no ability to tie your hair back. It looks much better down, which is a relief as this is how I will have to wear it for quite a while. The flipside is that it takes longer to style. I can’t win.
So there we have it, another entry in Liz does her best to no whine about growing out her hair, but ends up moaning and ranting anyway!