I’m still in the process of growing out the dreaded pixie cut, but my hair is too long in the back for my typical long run ‘do of just pinning the bangs back. Hair hanging on my neck = unhappy, neck-sweaty Lauren after several miles in the summer sun.
So what’s a girl to do? I like headbands, but the little whispy pieces that fall out of them in the back drive me insane. My bangs just need to grow out already! In the meantime, I did what any social media addict would do. I Googled like crazy, in search of a solution. And lucky me… I found it!
They stayed in place for 4 miles, and let me tell you, they are not going anywhere.
The shocking part? Before yesterday, I didn’t know how to french braid or attempt this style. I turned to the lovely ladies of YouTube for help. There are many, many hair tutorials that show the process, but I found these two videos to be the most helpful.
To get an idea of how to create the style:
To learn to French braid:
I did not braid the way the girl in the first video does, but used her other tips and suggestions. I braided as is shown in the second video. Best of all, it took less than 5 minutes and kept my hair from driving me crazy. Success!
Spill it. Do you have a favorite running hairstyle? Do you just throw it back in a ponytail? Is there a hair accessory you can’t live without on your training days?
Filed under Run, Training
It is no shock to anyone who knows me that I am prone to impulsive behavior. So when I was sucked into an America’s Next Top Model marathon on August 9 and fell in love with a pixie cut, it’s actually quite impressive that I held out until August 11 to make the big cut. (Up until that point, I was growing out my hair so I could wear it in a ponytail again. Remember what I said about being impulsive?) I wish I could say I had some big reason for cutting my hair. St. Baldrick’s, Locks of Love, or even something about how it was symbolic of the big life changes I was making at the time. Really, I cut it because I felt like it, I’m impulsive, and I’ve never been one to think long and hard about haircuts.
Despite constant previous changes to my hair, nothing prepared me for the pixie.
Though I was a little nervous, I went into the haircut thinking it’d be no big deal. Seven months later, I find myself in the midst of some sort of feminist realization about how much my hair changes the way I view myself. It started the morning after, as I rifled through my Gap-filled, preppy closet and started sobbing. “My clothes don’t match my hair!” I wailed, while my husband stared at me in utter disbelief. “I have trendy hair! I’m not a trendy person. I’m a cute little bob haircut person. Or a ponytail with a ribbon person. I am not a trendy hair person!” In the first few weeks post-haircut, I relied heavily on ultra-feminine shirts and dresses, and I never left the house without makeup. For the first time in a long time, I was very aware of my appearance.
Even though it took some getting used to, the super-short pixie had some definite perks. No more time wasted drying and styling my hair in the morning — just a little product, a once-over with the hairdryer, and I was good to go. This meant more sleep, less time stressing about hairstyles, and it was much easier to get ready in a pinch. No longer was it necessary to keep 37 bobbypins in my gym back to tame all of the stray hairs. Still, after about 4 or 5 weeks, the novelty wore off and I was ready to grow it back out — maybe not as long as before, but I’d had enough of the pixie.
When I start to look like this, it's time for a trim.
There’s just one problem with that. It takes a lot longer to grow hair out than it does to recklessly chop it all off. And in the process, there is apparently a whole lot of vanity and 1980’s style mullets. Until my adventures in growing out the pixie, I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve had a true meltdown about my appearance. I just don’t usually care that much. It’s a little more difficult not to care when you’re headed to your husband’s work party and realize that your hair looks like Bob Saget’s in his Full House days. Oh, the growing out stages of a pixie cut can get so mullet-y.
So I’m trying to embrace the changes. I never got comfortable enough with my pixie to do fun things like spikes and faux-hawks and hats. To be completely honest, I just force it to be as traditionally feminine as I can and move on with my day. Headbands and bobbypins are my friends. If I didn’t spend 2… 3… 4 hours in the pool every week, I’d probably be seriously considering extensions. Instead, I wait. And though I wait rather impatiently, I’m grateful for the perspective this seemingly simple decision gave me. Until now, I had no idea how much my hair shaped the way I view myself and my femininity. I held firmly to the belief that “it’s just hair.” I considered myself easy-going, far from vain, and low-maintenence.
Ha. Not so. Not so at all.
Addendum: For reference, here’s my current “growing out the pixie” stage:
Filed under Feminism, Life