Good morning, Thursday. So excited for some down time with the hubs and fur face and good pals this weekend. Have not been out of the city much this Summer and very much looking forward to a little time away.
So last week my hair stylist/very dear friend cut off all of my hair. I had already gone much shorter this Summer but was hoping to get in touch with my inner mullet again and keep the back and top longer and sides shorter.
But sometimes the hair gods (oh, they're real) have other plans and I now have a Mia Farrow pixie and though I don't love it, I'm coming to terms with it because what's a girl to do?
I've never been one for long hair so it's not a huge deal to me, but i have had to rethink my eyeglass game a bit as well as get used to seeing a lot more of my forehead. I am not a fan of myself with short bangs- I know this, yet I do it from time to time and always feel like Frankenstein.
However, to keep me from crying over shorn hair, I'm looking at pictures of young Mia, the poster child for that infamous pixie cut from Vidal that was a game changer, and influenced everyone from French New Wavers to modern Hollywood gals like Michelle Williams to go there.
Here are some photos of young Mia and her delicate self looking every inch the gamine. Pretty fab on her, right? Not so sure about it on me, but the good news is, hair grows. So as we return from the Summer with goals for the Fall, mine will be grow baby grow. I'm keeping it short but not quite so Rosemary's Baby, ya know? That's why she's my reluctant muse- she's fabulous but not exactly perfect for me.
I want more Stella, less Linda. This will no doubt be my mantra for the next few months. MORE STELLA, LESS LINDA. And repeat. Say it with me for positive reinforcement.
Cause that's what's up this letting it grow kind of Thursday in the 212. Hope you have a fabulous weekend, and enjoy the last days of Summer. Yours, in the short of it. XO