Give me down to there hair, Pt 12: The Finale.

(Warning, photo heavy post)

So here we are, it’s finally over. One whole year of growing, complaining and celebrating has come to an end. I avoided getting my annual haircut, even though I desperately needed one, just to be able to show off my length. I hope it’s paid off. I need one more haircut to finish fixing the original issues from last years chop job, and also my bangs are stabbing my eyes. I’ve been wearing my hair curly this last week so I wouldn’t notice as much, its working.

I didn’t really have any new milestones this month. One thing I noticed was how irritating it is to have hair clutching to your neck in humid weather. Summer is usually when I forgo my bang trims because I can’t tolerate having hair sticking to my forehead. Damn heat. I’m going to try to such it up this year though.

I’m starting to guesstimate how long my hair will be by the end of next summer. I want at least 4-5 inches more in time for the wedding. Oh the pressure.

My hurr in its many stages of undress. But if that doesn’t show off how far we’ve come… lets try some side by sides.

May 18, 2011 and May 20, 2012

August 17, 2011 and May 5, 2012

August 18, 2011 and May 17, 2012

It really does put things into perspective.

Things I’m still enjoying, feeling my hair plastered and wet on my back, pulling it out from my shirt and when it gets in my way and I have to pull it up into a pony tail… priceless.

I hope you’ve enjoyed this journey with me, I certainly will miss keeping you posted… but I’ll check in from time to time.

And now… a look back at our (me and all my many strands of hair) progress.

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Part One.
Part Two.
Part Three.
Part Four.
Part Six.
Part Seven & Eight.
Part Nine.
Part Ten.
Part Eleven.

Give me down to there hair, Pt 11.

My hair is constantly getting trapped in my clothes, it’s at an annoying place. Recently, I felt like my hair had begun getting dryer from the almost full year of consecutive straightening. Desperate for a solution, I stood in the hair aisle at CVS for ages examining all the different shampoos and treatments. I settled on Salon Grafix, I began using their Conditioning Cleanser and Intensive Hair Repair Masque. The more I used it the less dependent I was on hair products like pomades or gels. Since using it, I’ve even been able to straighten my hair without using the flat iron, just the dryer on medium heat. I’ve had frizzy gross hair most of my life, I’m a little impressed to say the least.

This whole hair cropping experience, although somewhat jarring, has been a good time all in all. I only have one more of these posts left, I’ll check in occasionally afterwards, but my hair is close to being at my goal length.

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Part One.
Part Two.
Part Three.
Part Four.
Part Six.
Part Seven & Eight.
Part Nine.
Part Ten.

Give me down to there hair, Pt 10.

I’m starting to feel more of a difference in my hair than actually seeing one. As we come into the home stretch it doesn’t seem to be looking all that much longer to me anymore. However, I do have to move my hair a lot more often. It gets trapped in clothing or jackets, it’s also starting to make me feel hot and I constantly find myself tossing it into a ponytail. I actually like my hair up at this length, well, I’ve pretty much enjoyed how its looked up since I cut it, prior to this I’ve always hated it back. It also gave me a headache to put my hair up, but that may have had something to do with the strain of putting long hair up versus short hair… who knows. I’m also running out of patience for washing and having to style my hair. I used to do my hair twice a week and recently I’ve been cutting back to once a week. That may also have something to do with my recent workout schedule, it seems silly to make myself all purty only to sweat it out and toss my hair up. But then again I suppose you could argue that maybe with my sweating it out I should be washing my hair more often… whatever.

I’ve got to look into different styles as well, I know I talked about practicing different do’s and displaying them here for you. What can I say, I’m bad at it.

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Part One.
Part Two.
Part Three.
Part Four.
Part Six.
Part Seven & Eight.
Part Nine.

Give me down to there hair, Pt 9.

This month was filled with hair milestones. I started to feel my hair on my back, I had to sweep it out from inside my coat, and I was able to wear it curled again. I know what you’re thinking, I was able to wear it curled months ago… but it went through this time for a while where it looked super weird, so I had to keep blowing it out. The sad part is that I straightened it for so long that my curls died a bit…

like a wilted flower.

So maybe you’re wondering what’s up with the cupcake. Back in September I said “Once it passes my collarbone I’ll be celebrating. Maybe I’ll learn how to cartwheel for the occasion.”

I wish I could say that I’ll work on it… but I probably won’t. I fail.

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Part One.
Part Two.
Part Three.
Part Four.
Part Six.
Part Seven & Eight.

Give me down to there hair, Pt 7 & 8!

Since I’ve been sort of slacking on the posts lately I thought I’d rush the do and post a two in one hair blog. I only have four months of intense hair growth stalking left so I thought I’d catch up a bit. Its been eight months since I fell pray to the hormonal scissor mishaps of my previous stylist and I figured I’d try and end it on time rather than a month after.

All the other times I cut my hair I felt like it grew way faster, I don’t know if its the watched pot syndrome or if I’m just remembering wrong… but it really did seem more like…

… then what its actually been.

There were two reasons I went to the salon back in May, initially I just wanted to trim my bangs and shape up my layers for my passport photo. The second, and last minute, reason was that I thought I looked boring and wanted more of a modern style. I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’ll never possess an edgy hair style, I just don’t have the hair type for the hairstyles I covet. I also think I may finally be ready to take my passport picture… once I trim my bangs, they’re getting a little wild. I promise I won’t chop the locks dramatically this time.


(December)

(January)

Progress for the win.

P.S. I really do give up on straightening my hair for these, too much work makes me sleepy and then I procrastinate.

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Part One.
Part Two.
Part Three.
Part Four.
Part Six.

Give me down to there hair, Pt 6.

I skipped Part 5. October was a miserable month and I was in no mood to wash my hair or take a photo. I didn’t want to disappoint two months in a row, so in spite of having just gotten into a really annoying car accident… I still took a photo for you. I was fine, the car wasn’t and 3 weeks of taking the bus was lame.

But back to hair. I dared to get length (sort of) cut off in November. It was time to shape up the mishap from Mays hair homicide. I returned to Lynn at Makeovers and we discussed all the things I didn’t want and the things I feared. Then she fixed the botched job. Its really nice to have hair that’s all one symmetric style.

I didn’t lose that much length and I almost feel like its growing faster now that its not a head full of mayhem. Might just be wishful growing. Although I am quite content with my haircut now that it’s not handicapped. Today I was looking through the sad photos that I took in my brothers bathroom a few hours after the butcher tossed a foot of my hair in the trash, I don’t know if I’ve made huge progress, but I am so much happier now that I’ve gotten my locks to an acceptable length.

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Part One.
Part Two.
Part Three.
Part Four.

Give me down to there hair, Pt 3.

I know I said something about doing these more current, but I started school. I’m twenty-seven, school tires me more than the kids ten years younger than me in my classes. I forget about all forms of life and focus solely on napping… and dress shopping, it’s a problem.

In the month of August I wanted to explore the different ways I’ve been wearing my hair, since I forgot to do that in the months prior. As my hair grows and I can pull off more things I’ll try to learn some new styles to keep you all entertained, so far I have a small line up… it’ll have to do for now.

This last month I tried again to pull off the dual french braid action, a lot less bobby pins were essential this time… although still plenty of troops in service.

August was the first month that I became confident enough in the length of my hair to stop straightening it religiously, it was quite liberating. I may have spent a few weeks this way, it was great having the choice. I loathed being forced to blow out and iron out my mane.

I stopped being cheap lazy and purchased a new curling iron, one with a 1 inch diameter, instead of my usual 2 inches. I prefer to straighten my hair with a curling iron, I feel like it gets my hair a lot straighter than most flat irons I’ve owned, and I like more texture and bounce rather than having flat hair. Sadly my hair is too short for 2 inches so I’ve been forced to have flat boring hair since May. Until now, I’m way happier with the appearance of my locks this way. It makes me feel prettier, which in turn makes me more confident… and ensures that I won’t be touching make up any time soon.

For the sake of exposing the length of my hair, here it is all flattened and booooring for ya. Once it passes my collarbone I’ll be celebrating. Maybe I’ll learn how to cartwheel for the occasion.

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Part One.
Part Two.

Give me down to there hair, Pt 2.

I originally planned to post these a month after the photo’s are actually taken; but as I sit down to write about last month in hair… I can’t seem to remember many of my milestones. I may have to speed these up to current pace so I can keep everyone in the moment. Perhaps in the next two weeks I’ll move it along.

Lets see… in the growth between June and July I was almost able to pull my hair tight enough to have dual french braid action, however, many a bobby pin was needed. I’ve yet to try it again after coming home from a full day out in this style, only to walk passed a mirror and see my disheveled self staring back at me. I promise I will try to remember to take photo’s of these hair situations as they arise from… now on (meaning today, unfortunately I’m still semi-useless in the coming post).

I became brave enough today in July to get a haircut. Most of my friends cringed and objected when they read my updates of the event. Rest easy friends, it was only my bangs. The one thing my once upon a stylist did leave long were my bangs and after only two months I couldn’t see a thing. What was really brave of me (says my NEW stylist) was the fact that I returned to the scene of the crime. Yes, I was that lazy. I figured it was just the bangs and played a little hair roulette, no recommended hair people, just the first available. Boy did I get lucky, not only did I get a women with the same hair type as me, but her hair had been likewise assaulted in the past. She was blown away by how bad my haircut was, finally someone got it. Every now and then she’d stop to awe at the hack job, as she tried to hide her distaste for the girl who did it. I read between the lines. My new stylist, as I fell in love and fully intend to trust her to one day cut more than my bangs… one day far from today (the real today), was trained in Manhattan as well. Which to me means no hideous (and unnecessary) volumizing, a trademark of Staten Island hair people. She did suggest an asymmetric bob, I’ll forgive her her trespasses on that idea. In all fairness, she was only trying to help my female mullet down from the ledge.

As far as the cutting goes, as ugly and hacked as my hair is I would much rather let it grow to a maintainable length before I start fixing it. Maybe it’s the trauma talking, maybe I’ll change my mind… but I doubt it.

July 19, 2011

 

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Part One.

Give me down to there hair, Pt 1.

It had happened again, and it was so bad this time that I didn’t want to show anyone. Come to think about it, it was pretty bad every time.

Since I was very young my mother forced me to have hair passed my ass butt. Sometimes I’d forget to move it out of the way and it would go in the toilet, I was like 3 or 4 when that happened… don’t judge me. I used to beg my mother to cut it short and she’d rant about the importance of Spanish women having long, flowing, beautiful hair. It was a cultural thing this length, short hair was considered ugly. My mother told me that my hair belonged to her and that I wouldn’t be allowed to cut it until I was 18 years old when it would then belong to me.

1989, 5 years old

[This was the day of my very first haircut, my mother took off one whole inch.]

1999, 15 years old

[It took me three hours to straighten this mess.]

When I was nineteen I went to the salon with my Amélie DVD in tow and pointed to the front cover and told the stylist to do that to me. She in turn made me look like a Rubber Soul era Ringo Starr. When I was 21 my hair was at it’s best, until I had a nervous breakdown and chopped it all off again, this time the stylist determined that my hair was too thick for a short cut and hacked into it with thinning shears, it took months to recover. At 23 I had yet another nervous breakdown, this time I looked like a soccer mom (don’t worry, after this recent hick up I found a therapist, my hair can’t handle this torture any longer).

2003, 19 years old

[Fortunate for me but I guess unfortunate to the story I don’t really have any photo’s of my hair looking all Ringo. This photo was after my hair had grown out a bit and my bangs were pinned back.]

2005, 21 years old

[This photo was actually taken the day after the worst day of my life, I didn’t bother straightening my hair. I in no way left the house like this on an ordinary day.]

2007, 23 years old

[I thought this haircut was so lame that I don’t have any photo’s of myself looking soccer mommy other than this little guy.]

The point of the trip down hair memory lane is to prove that I do not learn my lesson, I have never had a successful short haircut… yet for some insane and unknown reason, I did it again. I don’t know what I look like now, it’s just a choppy disaster. I’ve had a lot of bad haircuts but this was the first time that I actually cried when I saw what my once upon a faithful stylist had done to me.

May 18, 2011, 27 years old

The day that I cut my hair I wanted to crawl under the sheets and never come out. Unfortunately for me it was my brothers birthday so I had to come out in public and sit around my judgmental family members. My brother Paul greeted me with a “What did you do?!” I hadn’t even taken my hat off yet… which it was like pulling teeth in order to get me to do. The following day I had to go to work, where I wasn’t allowed to wear a hat. After work I went shopping for many head bands so I could hide as much hair as possible.

May 19, 2011

With this hack job I feel very ugly, and less feminine. I’ve been experimenting with make-up, something I haven’t bothered to do since I was 16 years old and my boyfriend would tell me I looked stupid so I took my shirt and wiped it all off and never tried to wear make-up again… outside of a few times when I was 19, probably because I looked like Ringo and I felt ugly again. I haven’t really been wearing jeans or anything outside of dresses, I’ve been trying to wear more jewelry and paint my nails. I really do feel super butch. Most people I tell this to yell at me and call me an idiot, but they didn’t have a trusted hair stylist go Edward Scissorhands on their heads.

Last month a co-worker told me that my hair was growing fast, so I came home excited and took a photo to compare lengths from last month. I decided to come out of the hair closet and show you all these photos as I take them so you can join me in this hair growth journey.

June 18, 2011

I’d like to think that my hair is growing. I’m anxious for it to get to a length where I can wear it curly again… you know, without looking all Little Orphan Annie. I’ll keep you posted. Tuesday I’m going to brave the hair salon again. My bangs need trimming, I am terrified.