Riot and Frolic

Oh man, puns are the best.  The French were wrong.

I have short hair.

Can't you tell?  

I've been growing out my hair since… forever.  Well, since someone told me I need to have long hair to dance.  Three guesses on who that was.  Hint: it wasn't the G.  And if you just read the blog and don't actually know me, you'll have a hard time guessing.  

It was/is a totally valid point.  I sweat a lot when I exercise (dancing included!) and even my very ballroomed (read: hairsprayed) short hair couldn't last through multiple rounds for nine dances. Fact: I was a hot mess after quarter-finals.  

To prove my love of dance, I entered hell: long hair.  But I still pictured myself like this…

And to keep myself in the dark, as my hair got longer, I just kept throwing it in a ponytail and thumbing my noise at, like, style.  But here I am, two years later, with all this length and no fun skillz to play with it.  

I turned to Pinterest for some funness to try.  Here are my first trials.

This grand site, The Beauty Department, gave me the knotted ponytail.  Culled by LC (Lauren Conrad) of the OC or something, this site has magical tutorials for makeup, hair, and lookin' good.  

I figure, I tie my shoes (no, I don't, I have Velcro), so I can tie my hair, too.

It turns out I can't.  Looking in a mirror probably didn't help (direction confusion!), but I tried it with wet hair, product, dry hair, and lots of rubber bands and all I ended up with was this…

I then tried a half knot, but that just looked like a glorified Topsy Tail.  Lame.  And a lot of work.  Lamer!

Then I tried the sock bun, from The Other Emily.

Pretty, easy, sock bun.  How do I love thee?  Let me count the ways…

1. It works with wet or dry hair.

2. It works with clean or dirty hair.

3. It takes three minutes.  

4. You get to say "sock bun."

5. I get compliments all day.

6. You wear a sock in your hair.

7. It works for many lengths.

Turns out I did this a couple years ago for a competition, but I had a fancy doodad that I paid money for, instead of a [clean] used thigh high.  Oops, now I've lost the male readers to Lala-land with the words "thigh high."  Come on back, boys.

Anyhow, it's like a bun, but better.  It's perfect.

[Don't mind the child's potty seat.]

Isn't my hair delightfully blue here?  I just dyed it.  It is "blue-black."  And I love it.  And if I ever decide to become a pirate, I will be called Captain Blueblack.   

So, Knotted Ponytail, your skillz have proved to much for me.  But Sock Bun, we will be lovers until the end of time.  

Peace out,

Captain Blueblack