Doing a DIY pixie haircut and cutting my hair off wasn’t quite as crazy as it sounds. I was getting anxious about the fact that I was about to leave on my travels and still hadn’t gone for the chop. Because of my hours at work being cut back, essentially meaning I was short about two weeks wages, I was also feeling the pinch, especially as we have to cover our lease until they find someone else to move in. I was debating whether I should spend a minimum of $60 on a cut, especially as I had no idea about where was a good place to go. And over here, they have different prices for the different levels of hairdressers, so $60 was for the most junior hairdresser available.
As I sat there, wondering what I should do, I put on a Youtube video to get an idea of how hard it would be to cut my own pixie haircut. The one I found was sped up and didn’t have any instructions or anything, but it was enough to make me pick up the scissors. I told myself I would just have a go at cutting my growing out undercut, as it was a mess anyway.
So I took a lock and chopped it off.
And then I kept cutting.
I cut all the undercut part, and it didn’t look too bad, so I caught the rest of my hair back to get an idea of what it would look like if I did the whole thing.
As I took more and more off I tried to find another video. I found one by the Salon Guy, who was cutting a mannequin’s hair into an Emma Watson pixie haircut. I played it as I chopped away, but it didn’t really help, as I couldn’t see the back, or twist my hands in the same way he was, as it was my own head. But still, just playing it in the background made me feel less reckless.
I just randomly chopped at the back, knowing it was really uneven. But I had gone past the point of no return and so I just carried on.
Soon I had a kind of bob on one side, and I was really surprised that it didn’t make me sick. I have traumatising memories of getting a bob when I was about 7 and every time I see a photo of me with it, I shudder.
I had wanted a short pixie, but I didn’t feel confident to take all of the top off myself, because then I would have nothing to hide behind if I really messed it up. Instead, I left one side with some length and experimented with cutting random bits away.
At this stage a long time had passed, and my weakling arms were getting really tired from holding them up for so long. It was getting late, so I stopped and waited for S to come home to give him a shock.
The next day I trimmed a bit more. As you can see from the above photo, there was a freaky longer bit on top at the back, so I kept blindly snipping away at it. We were leaving for Bali the next day, so I didn’t really have time to fix it properly, but I planned on using S’s razor to shorten the sides and back at a later stage.
I am really happy that I did it, despite the weird bits and the fact that it is not the really short pixie I wanted. I can always get that cut when I get back, or continue to snip away at it myself.
It was funny, but as I watched the pile of hair grow larger, I didn’t really feel a panic or a like there was a dramatic change. Maybe it was because I had spent so much time thinking of getting a short cut, that when I did it, it wasn’t as dramatic.
But I am loving having a short haircut so far. The fact that I get up in the morning and, aside from it being a little puffy, there is nothing to be done. I can have a shower late at night without having to worry about drying my hair, and yesterday I dived straight under a wave in the sea, without doing my usual of slowly submerging myself, leaving my hair dry. Then at the pool, I was diving in and out like a child, and all I had to do was slick my hair back when I got out and I was good to go!
I only realised yesterday that I had packed a ziplock bag full of bobbins, even though I have no use for them now. It felt really weird to throw them out.
The bad side of my new short haircut is that I need to sort out the longer bit, so that there is less volume going on. Maybe I am just not used to having any sort of volume, as I usually have my hair caught back, or on the few occasions that I wear it down, I normally straighten it. But maybe having such short hair needs a little volume, so that my head doesn’t look too small. Sometimes I think I look like a mom, or like Carol Brady or something. I don’t want to cut too much off in case I really f*ck it up, and then I’m stuck in Asia with a really dodgy haircut.
I took that photo yesterday, when it was looking a little helmety.
I think I just need to spend some time snipping and shaping and see what happens. In the words of Jenny from Sabrina the Teenage Witch; ”Hair Grows!” So if you are considering cutting your own pixie haircut, I say go for it. 🙂
If you would like to read more about having a pixie, then you’re in luck! I posted a follow-up six months later so you could have an idea of whether you should go for the chop or not-