Obsessed Woman

Last post? About my hair. Half of my tweets over the last 2 months? My hair. Instagram? My dog and my hair.

You know, the more I look at it, the more frustrated I get. I had it cut on a Wednesday and went back in the following day to have the cut fixed. Looking back, I was an idiot. I shouldn't have had to go back a second time. I also probably should not have gone back to the same person. What part of "short pixie" was I unclear about? I even had photos! Sure, my hair has never been this short, but that doesn't mean I need to look like Kris Jenner/ Willem Defoe while I'm deciding if short is for me. I'm pretty sure I decided what I wanted before walking into the salon.

My hair is difficult to style at this awkward-ass length! I want my hair to be cute and actually look like a pixie, like this little lady right here. I found her how-to-style video on youtube and I just can't wait to have my mop fixed. Until then, I'm just googling away at ways to do my hair in the morning so it doesn't look like I have an old lady-too-blind-to-see-her-terrible-hair hair cut.

Fickle Pixie

So far, it seems as though I have only been writing every two weeks or so. I'd like to change that. I'd like to say that I will write more, but I am fickle as hell.

Recently I've been writing about my day to day, and since I haven't missed a day being alive, I really have no excuse for not writing something at least every other day for each day I am breathing. Still following along? Here is the most recent of my adventures:

I am a cutter. A hair cutter, that is. Over the last eight or nine years, as soon as the going gets tough, I get to cutting..... my hair. The first few times I went to a salon. I played it safe with a shoulder length, layered cut. I felt free! As free as my hair as Gaga would say.

My second semester at USF (Jan. '11) I got a little ballsy. One night after watching Cabaret I found myself in the bathroom with scissors gettin' my Liza on. I hacked off my own long hair! Long, like past my shoulder blades, long. I wanted to cut off more! For the next few days after Chris helped me even out the super blunt bob I gave myself, I had this incredibly strong urge to dig out the clippers and get my Britney on. I was stressed, depressed, and I started gaining the "Freshman 15" in my junior year of college.

Since then, I've been trimming, snipping, and secretly (not so secret anymore, huh Jonesy?) cutting my own hair. I have avoided the salon chair because I have been too stressed to entrust another person with the one thing in my life that I have felt in control of for the last few years. I always tell the story of when my little brother angrily shaved his eye brows off after being stung by a cat fish (we're a bunch of crazies in my family) and how we were worried about what he'd save off after being hit by a car on his bicycle two weeks later.

I have come to the realization that (hair)cutting must run in my family.

Now before any of you "professionals" start in on me about why I should not cut MY own hair, let me just stop you in your tracks. Italics mean business, Did you seeeeee them? My own hair. I grow it, wash it, brush, and style it the best I can. I can cut it if I want to. Sure you may do a better job at the end of the day, but if you're also any better at doing dishes than the average Joe, than I have a sink full of them for you. Email me for my home address. Besides, it's not like I'm trying to remove my own appendix.

So without further ado, I have come here to say that I sat in a salon chair. I wanted my hair gone, but not Crazy Britney gone (I love you Brit). I walked out of there with a longish pixie cut. I'm not entirely happy with it, but I'm feeling confident enough to go to a more competent hair dresser to have it cut the way I envision it.

PS Stano cut his hair off after being scraped off the side of the road, but very badly. He tried to give himself a mohawk, but it was so bad he wouldn't come out of the bathroom. His mother called and asked me to come over and talk to him. He let me in the bathroom and I "fixed it" and he felt better. He ended the day with a blue mohawk, perched on the right side of his noggin.

Help my hair!

My hair has always been my little experiment project. It grows back and if I ruin it I'm the only one who has to live with it! The summer I was 9 my cousin put Sun In on my hair and I was a blonde. Awesome considering my hair is so mousy brown that no one even notices my natural red hi-lites. Then it started growing out and of course no one thought to fix it for me, even when I asked. My new name when school started again? Two-tone, Harvey Two-Face. I was mortified and hated my hair. It didn't help that I wore turtle necks with flannels. Cut me a break it was 1994.

By 6th grade, my hair was ombré! Haha (olive green corduroy overalls, what was wrong with me)?

Finally it grew out and things were back to normal (minus cutting my own fringe too short a few times) until high school rolled around. I spent a lot of time out in the sun after school and my hair lightened. I liked it and thought it should be lighter. Enter Sun In (again). Now that I was older and had a little more control over my hair nothing crazy happened. I had sun kissed hair and loved it.

After high school I went through a phase where my hair had to be the darkest brown possible. I always used temporary color and eventually just let it alone for a few years.


Fast forward to 2008. The Iraqi sun made my hair all kinds of crazy, twisty shades of red and brown. When I got home I tried to fix it myself and dyed it too dark. I thought using a color remover would help. It turned orange, then this shade:

I had it fixed in the salon the next day. For about 6 months I kept it long, blonde and hi-lited. 

After that I dyed it back to my natural color. It has been that way ever since. 

Just recently, I was thinking of doing my hair ombré (again, but on purpose this time) until I realized my hair is only long enough that it rest on my shoulders. It would look dumb. I got hormonal back in January and hacked my hair off in the bathroom...very short. Maybe in December or January I will go for this look:

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Until then I'm thinking I should add a little pink and light green to my hair. Just for fun.