This post has been a long time coming, but it’s finally here: I cut my hair! For the first time in 3 years actually.
I blame being scissor-shy on the Unfortunate Pixie Incident that happened 3 years ago, the aftermath of which led me to growing out my hair almost all the way to my waist out of shame (yes, it was that bad). It worked for a while, but I soon discovered that long hair is much more of a pain to take care of then I remembered. I had finally had enough of the length and the too-dark ends – I knew I needed a change.
I was hesitant, not only because I hadn’t had a major length change in a few years but because I’d cut straight bangs last summer only to be ambivalent about them at best. I have such a hard time with changing my cut, even if I’m constantly changing the color of my hair.
But I had stopped brushing my hair out of laziness and neglecting my fine mane meant constant tangles and massive amounts of breakage every time I went to wash my hair. I’d vow I’d kick the laziness to the curb, but I never did, and eventually I had to face the fact that I really needed shorter hair for my lifestyle. Much shorter hair. Anything past my shoulders was a no go.
I was feeling scared off of anything radically different from my current non-look of long hair and a side fringe, but I started a Pinterest board of bobs, lobs, bangs, and undercuts. These seemed like exactly what I wanted – edgy and complimentary to my usual uniform of leather and skinny jeans, styles that suited bright red lipstick and short dresses just as well as sneakers. I also kept pinning these photos of models with bobs and straight bangs, a style I knew was objectively nice-looking on me, just boring in comparison to a lavender lob in my opinion.
I was convinced I’d get a messy, platinum blonde lob or a longish colorful undercut but sitting in my stylist’s chair, I ended up asking for a light brown bob with short, blunt bangs. I didn’t know what changed my mind last minute, and I was nervous, but I wanted something as far away as I could get from my long hair. I walked out of there happier with my hair than I’d been in at least a year. I felt lighter. I could see my face now, my eyes. I felt like a new person and I loved it, even if it was nothing like I had thought I wanted.
But the best part of it, I think, is how it’s made my clothes finally work.
This outfit is from the day after I cut my hair. It’s not something I’d usually wear: it requires more layering than I normally do instinctively, and I don’t wear (or even like) navy. It took a little experimentation until I landed on the right dress and shirt combo but as soon as I slipped on my Report oxfords, something clicked.
The cut, the vintage feel. This is it. This is me. If I would have tried wearing it with my old hair, I would have hated it. knew I loved it because my hair tied it all together. It made sense together but most of all, it felt natural.
I’ve always considered retro/vintage style as either too sweet or too colorful, not for someone who loves her black leather and earth tones and simple dressing. I’ve dabbled in rockabilly on occasion but just felt like I was playing dress up – fun, but not an everyday look. But after throwing on this jumper and shirt, I realized that I’ve been wrong this whole time. Not only is this aesthetic attainable, but felt more me than anything I’ve worn in the last few years. I could make it my own. The aesthetic, like the cut, was nothing like I thought I wanted, but it works. I’m excited to see what else I can do with it.
All I needed was some new hair and a new frame of mind.