By: Morgan Shannahan
I debated for a long time. I’d had a run in with the pixie cut in college: youthful, cheek-fat still intact, and it did not become me. Still, as I pored over photos of Mia Farrow and Michelle Williams I felt like this time, it would be different. I felt like this time maybe it would be all I hoped it would be. I felt like cropping my coiffure was going to be the answer to my bed-headed prayers, and somehow I found the confidence to believe that I wasn’t going to look like I had Mom hair, even though I am a Mom…but you know what I mean.
It’s actually not as easy as you might think to find a stylist willing to chop your locks to within an inch of your scalp. I was told no, or gently talked out of it at least a couple of times. And then I was given the half-chop at least twice. On two different occasions, two different stylists agreed to pixie me only to leave me high and dry in their chair with a short bob or an a-line.
Finally, I called Cash for Cuts and blindly asked for an appointment with “someone who really loves doing pixie cuts.” Fortunately, the Cash for Cuts stylist is a man of his word, and together we went for it. In the beginning we left a security fringe in the front — a long bit that kept me from feeling totally exposed, but by my first maintenance appointment I was ready to lose the bangs and go full-pixie.
I had no idea it would be so liberating. It turns out I am a short hair person. Like, all of a sudden I’m at home in my skin in a way I never was pre-pixie. I worried about feeling a little man-ish without my curls, but I’ve actually never felt more feminine. It’s not a lower-maintenance look per se (it requires product, has a tendency to stick up in the back like a chicken butt if you sleep on it wrong, and your average pixie requires monthly visits to the stylist to keep its shape) but it is a look that fits me better than anything I’ve tried out before, in my own humble opinion of myself…
So, if you’re considering going for a pixie, I can’t recommend it enough.