The Pixie Haircut – Done!
In case you missed it, the long hair is gone.
I now have a (creepy) bag full of hair to send to Locks of Love. I kind of feel like adding “Donate hair to Locks of Love” to a life goal checklist just so I can cross it off.
OK, I’m doing it.
Donate Hair to Locks of Love! (Done, 10/23/12)
I love my hair. LOVE it. This is the most-drastic haircut I’ve ever had, but it’s also the most-planned haircut of my life. I usually stumble into whatever salon has an open chair and tell them to “trim it or… you know best… make it look nice.” This time, I went with a stylist I know and brought my iPad so I could discuss the merits of all the styles on my haircut Pinterest board.
Because I was donating the hair, it had to be sectioned off into small ponytails first so the shorn hair would be gathered together and usable. The Locks of Love site is adamant about these ponytails and I refused to lose that much length and then not be able to donate.
I have thick hair, it took eight small rubber bands to section off. Possibly the best moment I’ve ever had in a salon occurred shortly thereafter when the girl in the next chair turned to me, agape, as this wily orange octopus was liberated from my head.
Immediately, I knew I’d done the right thing. I loved the way it looked post-ponytail chop, before it had even been styled/cut evenly. It could only get better from there.
I don’t think a haircut has ever before brought me such joy. I love the way I look and, as cheesy as it sounds, I love the idea that my wedding hair is off to make someone else happy.