Pixie Dust

Hey y'all! I told you a while ago that I was planning to get a pixie cut and with (some) ambivalence towards actually getting it cut (because I wanted the cut to shape my face while also defining it), I finally did it: I got a pixie. At first, there was a wide range of inspiration. I wanted my pixie to be sophisticated, modern, yet cool. I mostly wanted this...

and this...

and this...

I have the best hair stylist in the world because with all my nerves, she got me exactly what I wanted. Ta da! Voila!

Changes

Days left: 35

There are some days when I am itching to experience college life, much-need liberty, and indulge in the beach city scene; these are one of those days. While I love Barrie (I have been living in this freaking town for half my life), there is nothing here for me. I just want to go to Virginia Beach now. That is all.

I wrote a while ago a summer itinerary so that my summer will not be unproductive and that it will give me something to do. I had not realize that one of those will include a hair change. Ladies and gentlemen, I am going to get a pixie! I know, I am completely jazzed. Now, I am a tad leery to get my hair cut just because a pixie cut has to be precise: the cut, the color, and that it has to frame my face. Plus, I have curly hair and being in Virginia might pose a little complexity as I do want my pixie to define my structure yet still be lowly-maintained. And, I have never completely chopped my hair before. That is why celebrity inspiration is a must. I'm not going to shop it a la Emma Watson; I'm leaning towards a sexy, modern short bob. I have a while to mull it over, to achieve an exact image and preference in mind. After all, with starting university in the fall, I want to start it with a big bang, to set the tone right away, and what's better than a new hair do?

What Does P-R-O-M Spell?

It seems that everywhere I go, prom is on the mind. The new Disney movie Prom, countless magazines assisting you to make the best of this big day, and a slew of prom dresses in every department store window. I understand that high school is only part of the life experience and that graduation from high school is marginally important compared to university/college graduation, but, come on! There has to be a reason why this hype is so exponentially build up only to have girls dreaming of this days since the seventh grade or immediately after elementary school graduation. Now, for practical reasons, let's pretend that I was invited to someone's prom, that I am being escorting with someone to prom, that I have a reason to get all glammed up, spend money on hair, makeup, and extra prep time to ensue that every detail is of prime stability. Everything about me on prom night--my dress, my hair, my makeup, my shoes, my clutch--would epitome Old Hollywood. Definitely one-shouldered. Something that would nicely contrast my olive complexion. I can already picture it in my mind. And if you could read my mind, the possible dress options would be as following:

The dress is the pinnacle, the zenith of prom glamour. However, the makeup and hair cinches it all in. I would decide on something classy, something understated yet still visible and defining one feature. Essentially, the makeup and hair will be subtle yet there for everyone to see...

Shoes and clutches require no thinking; I already know exactly what I would get had I be invited to this massive event. Notwithstanding, I can perhaps imagine what prom might have been like, experience through wistful thinking, let my imagination soar and write a novel about the perfect prom night (I probably won't; too cliche). Sigh. Well, you can't experience everything. I suppose imagining or viewing from a television set will have to suffice.