Pixie Cut

Sarah's rockin before and after

About three months ago one of my sisters came to me with the idea of getting her hair cut.  But not just any cut- a pixie cut like Whippy Cake.  I instantly fell in love with the idea and the cut.  Then she got it done and I fell in love even more.

I'm the type to make impulsive decisions but I've learned with my old age *ahem* to chill out and take time to ponder the decision. Four months went by and I was still obsessed with the cut (and that's an understatement).  And not just the cut but the platinum blonde that Whippy Cake rocks. Fangirl much? No shame.

The Whippy Cut

I got the cut! and.... well people, I love it.  And it's really funny.  I can tell rather quickly whether people like it.  It's a really drastic cut and there have been some who instantly comment on it and rave.  Others comment that I got it cut and leave it at that.  And others completely ignore the fact I went from long to super short hair.  It's pretty entertaining.



I'm in love with it and my hubby still thinks I'm a fox.  What else matters?  And no, I'm not offended if people don't like it.  Shoot, if we all liked the same things, the world would be a boring place.  In the words of T-Swifty "Haters gonna hate.. I'm just gonna shake.. Shake it off."

When my hair was long, it was stringy and ick.  The only way it would look good is if I added my nifty extensions.  It was a little too much work for muah.  And it'd look awesome for an hour then be straggly for the rest.  Guess how long my pixie looks awesome?  All. Day.  Compared to my long hair it takes about the same amount of time to style.  But heck.  Lasts longer.  Then I can stop worrying about how I look and play with my little Klausy boy the rest of the time.
Short hair = happy momma.  No it's not my "mom cut", it's my "rockin pixie cut".  :)