Category: Twenty-Seven Tresses

Posts where I talk about my hair. {see category: “Me Talking About My Dogs.}

I Can Fly!

{Okay not really, and no, that isn’t a picture of my hair, but it’s a cool cut, isn’t it?} via As you may have noticed, I’m obsessed with my pixie cut. I mean…who knew that a haircut could make me feel so found? It’s actually not as easy as you might think to find a stylist willing to chop your locks… Read more →

“That’s Why Her Hair Is So Big, It’s Full Of Secrets”

{photo by Jill Krause} My hair has always been a weirdly important part of who I am. My eternal mood ring, it is unmatched in its ability to reflect my internal sense of self, with or without my permission. Still, almost counter-intuitively, I’ve always regarded it as “just hair” — and my willingness to try new things with it reflects… Read more →

I Got All Obsessed With Lavender Hair On Pinterest. So I Gave Myself Some.

It started with this photo. I love it. I’ve always wanted purple hair…. {via} Scott often likes to remind me (often meaning since I started jabbering about coloring my hair purple a few months ago) that I had purple hair, which is technically true, but then I grew up and I was sure I would never be able to color… Read more →

Soul: Crushed

{via the talented teddy smith} Recently, I went for it and got the mom-cut I’ve been threatening to get since I squeezed this baby out nearly three years ago. Except I like to think of it as a chic Michelle Williams modified pixie, rather than then stodgy valley soccer mom look that was so popular during my 1980s youth. I… Read more →