In terms of haircuts, I’ve always been mildly adventurous. No, I have never dyed my locks (unless spray painting it black to be Wednesday Addams counts), nor have I ever had a perm (I would probably look like a strange Italian poodle), but I’ve had my fair share of bold looks.
In grade 4, after being so deeply inspired by Posh Spice, I chopped my hair into the ever popular Girl Power Bob. I seriously thought I was the 10 year old spitting image of Victoria herself. In grade 6, just as my hair had grown long enough to be twisted into a bun, I decided to shock my classmates after Christmas break by styling my ‘do into a super short Winona Ryder inspired pixie cut. I think the boys were far too dumbfounded to tease me about it, which was a bonus. Due to that haircut taking a few years (including a prolonged pig-tail with bra-strap hairband phase) to grow out, I played it pretty safe through high school with Mary-Kate influenced cuts. My undergrad years proved to be a little more exciting, and I sported a sleek bob for the majority of those years. After growing that bob out (due to being an unemployed post-grad), I now have super long, super straight, pretty nondescript hair. But the urge to throw caution to the wind and make the cut is returning. Continue reading