My first dalliance with short hair took place in kindergarten when my mother took me to Super Cuts and shrieked, “CUT IT,” cackling like the Disney lady villain she’s been in my mind ever since. Just kidding, she’s wonderful, and I was the worst spawn since Hester Prynne popped out her little bundle of joy, who also probably never let her mom brush out the unfathomable mass of tangles in her hair. (And that’s the last time I ever compare my mom to Hester Prynne, I promise.)
After that, I kept my hair short until I was 20 when I chopped all my hair off with dull craft scissors in the kitchen at 3 A.M., as we moody writer types are wont to do. (My poetry professor once told me the trope of women cutting their own hair means they are worried about a man. I wasn’t. Thoughts?)
I kept the pixie cut for about two years, and I really loved it. I loved the simplicity of it. I loved that people compared me to my favorite female celebrities. I developed this weird attitude, and said things like, “Women with short hair are just more INTERESTING,” and around this time I switched my major to English and I’d like to send a BIG shout-out to anyone who remained friends with me throughout that very trying time. You’re the best.
But after a while, I grew bored with it and decided to grow it out. And then my hair gracefully transitioned into an adorable, flapper-y bob that fell into place really cute each morning.
SIKE. I had a mullet.
Growing out my hair was painful and I hated it. I felt like it took so much time to style it and make it look acceptable, so after six months, I cut it back into a pixie last August.
But after that cut, I moved around the country for a few months and was really unemployed and depressed and didn’t cut my hair again for a long time. So before I knew it, I was back into mullet country. This time around though, I was like, “Let’s do this,” and I went to a salon and explained what I was going for (a non-mullet) and she trimmed up the back and such, and then I kept that up for a few months.
So, for a year, I’ve been growing it out, and it’s finally at that cute bob length I wanted! I get it trimmed every four weeks or so, because my hairs don’t all grow at the same pace and it’s more obvious when the ends are hanging out in my face space. It’s been a lot easier growing it this time around, because I’ve gotten better at styling short hair.
I’ve become more creative with ways I can wear my hair, specifically updo’s. Wearing my hair up is great when my neck is hot or my hair is dirty, which is always.
Here are two updos I wear on a regular basis. Both work for a variety of settings, from fancy soirees to work. Unfortunately, no one invites me anywhere cool, so my hair only ever sees my office and the seedy dive bars I haunt. Let’s go!
LOOK 1
I call this first look "Early 2000s Teen Flick Popular Girl Prom Hair," but I usually don’t call it that out loud.
To start this look, I took a shower and let my hair air-dry. I worked some John Frieda Luxurious Volume Thickening Mousse into my roots. When it was about halfway through drying, I sprayed some Ouidad Krly Kids Pump ‘n Go Styling Spray Gel lightly throughout my hair. I like using products meant for kids, because I assume parents care about their kids, and if it’s safe enough for them, it’s safe enough for me. Plus it smells nice.
Once it was dry, I curled random pieces on the top layers with a 1-1/2” inch barrel iron. This look works best with curly or wavy hair, so do that.
Then, you’ll need 5 to 10 bobby pins. I took two sections from the front of my hair and pulled them loosely to the back of my hair for a princess-y half-up look.
Don’t worry about making the bobby pins look perfect. This look is not about perfection. And neither is life. Relaaaaax.
From there, I take pieces from all over my head, starting with the front, and pull them back loosely. In the back of my head, I curl the end of the piece in a little circle against my skull and then pin it through the middle.