Short hair is amazing but it can sometimes be a pain to style. I’ve been borrowing my bff’s styling wax recently to keep my pixie in shape, but there are some days when it just refuses to be tamed and that’s when I bring out the hair scarves.
Today I’m sharing a step by step tutorial on how to tie a hair scarf for short hair. This is one of the easiest ways to wear a scarf if you’re looking to keep the top of your hair covered. Since my hair is super thick and wavy, it likes to stick up at the top, especially on those bad hair days! This is my preferred scarf tying style to keep everything all neat and tucked in when I don’t have enough time or just can’t be bothered with doing my hair.
Using a square scarf, fold it into a triangle.
Place the scarf on top of you head with one end of the triangle sticking over your face. The shorter this bit is, the easier it will be for you to tuck in the scarf later on.
Pull the two other ends over your ears and on top of your head.
Tie the ends together in a double knot over the bit sticking out in front of your face. Fluff the scarf a little over your head so that it looks natural and not too tight!
Now, double those two ends behind your head and knot them again at the nape of your neck. This knot shouldn’t be too tight, otherwise it’ll start travelling up the back of your head after a while! Tuck the stray ends under the scarf and secure them with a bobby pin.
Finally, roll up the end dangling at the front and tuck it under the knot. And that’s it, you’re done! Takes all of two minutes and you’re good to shimmy out of the door.
I hope you all enjoyed this tutorial! I’ve put together a little selection of square scarves below, and a composite image for pinning.
WORTH PARIS TRAINED SATIN EVENING DRESS with PASTE JEWELS, 1910-1912.
Candlelight silk having white tulle short sleeve, square neckline and bodice overlay decorated with prong-set pastes, seed and bugle beads, boned bodice with horizontal front pleats, trained skirt flaring below two angled pleats to one side affixed beneath a narrow tulle side panel with beadwork and a large jeweled tassel, skirt back tucked into high waist and having rounded train.
your ex texts you while your boyfriend’s messing around on your phone 2/7
You had your head resting on your boyfriend’s lap, scrolling through his Snapchat and messing around with the filters while he had your phone, and helped you pass a difficult level on a game you had gotten.
Both of his hands were holding the edge of the phone as he moved the character and desperately tried his best to beat the boss; you moved the front camera so that it captured his concentrated expression and your eyes, snapping a picture before saving it to his snapchat folder.
A frustrated groan made you look up “Is everything okay, baby?” You asked, and he clicked his tongue.
“Your ex texted again.” He muttered, clicking on the notification and deleting the message with a frustrated sigh “Why don’t you block him?” He practically whined, placing your phone to the side before lacing his fingers through your hair.
You let out a sigh, sitting up and clambering onto his lap “We finished things on a good note, Kookie.” You placed your hands around his neck “Besides, why are you so worried, you know there’s no one who can replace you.”
He pouted and remained quiet, nodding slowly “Okay. Kiss me?”
JEANNE HALLEE PARIS BEADED SILK EVENING DRESS, c. 1905.
2-piece vanilla silk decorated with silk embroidery, white and crystal beads, silver sequins and lamé, boned bodice with square-cut neckline, short puffed sleeve cuffed in lace and lame bow, floral beadwork with lame flowers and waistband, trained skirt having chiffon panels with bugle bead posies and vertical bands above beaded and embroidered bows, swags and pendulous flowers, ruffled taffeta and chiffon underskirt
@lears found this adorable fic by @drarrytrash and then we were discussing how much of a tragedy it is that there isn’t more lesbian drarry and so here is my starting point:
draco malfoy the queen lesbian of hogwarts: silver rings on her fingers and her hair cut short and blunt at her jawline; pointy-toed black polished boots that people whisper are dragonskin; looks bored and faintly offended every time a boy talks to her; clean bare nails that she files down short and square; a collection of high-waisted dark green trousers of expensive material that she wears with white silk shirts, folding open over her collarbone; everyone whispers about her buying fancy lingerie but when she stoops down one day in potions it’s just the clear dark line of a cotton sports bra; spends history of magic drumming her fingers on the table and slowly setting everyone on edge; comes back to eighth year hard and tired and unsmiling; has a bad tempered black cat and the slytherins say she talks to it, and the first year slytherins say it talks back; drinks mostly red wine, often cheap, often sour, usually to piss her dad off; taller than crabbe and goyle, now only taller than goyle; excellent eyebrows, thin mouth; looks like she could eat you alive and will.
harry potter bisexual hero: same unruly hair as ever except in fifth year when she buzzed it short (only she ended up missing the comparisons to her dad, let it grow out a bit again); oversized t-shirts, oversized jumpers, oversized flannel shirts, no bra; quidditch muscles in her thighs and arms; bitten nails that sometimes have half-flaked off polish that luna’s applied; lugs crates of beer with ron and ginny to drink down by the lake; wears a large oversized denim jacket and breaks sirius’s motorbike out of storage when she’s seventeen; tips back on her chair in class so far that people make bets if she’ll fall out; spends her summers from fifth year onwards going into london and catching the underground nowhere in particular, sitting in fluorescent chippies late at night and eating chips soaked in salt and vinegar; knuckle tattoos; has been known to haul crookshanks up by the scruff of his neck and hold him so his front paws are hanging over her shoulder, and he purrs like an engine; big hands, long fingers, and a hot look in her eyes like she wants to touch you.
together: draco straight-backed and mouth-pursed at hogsmeade, and harry ambling easily next to her; draco turns up to ancient runes late one morning in a faded pink sweatshirt that says WITCH LOVING WITCHES: FLORIDA KEYS CAMP 1986 that absolutely does not suit her and glares at anyone who looks at her; harry and draco’s cat in a silent possessive war; double dates with ginny and pansy to quidditch matches, where draco, harry, and ginny scream themselves hoarse and pansy reads her magazine; racing each other across the hogwarts lawn, tackling each other in the trees; apparating somewhere remote and wild and spending four days hiking mostly in silence, harry shouldering a heavy backpack with their tent in it, draco stopping every hour or so to check her map; when they start dating draco abruptly stops making fun of how dishevelled harry always is, and harry doesn’t get it until she notices how much longer draco looks at her now, the way draco skims her fingers along the strip of harry’s stomach where her sweater is riding up, the way draco watches her now like she wasn’t allowed before; much later, a flat with white walls and many plants; plus a huge golden bathtub they sit in together, draco propping her legs up on the rim to shave them (when she feels like shaving them), harry leaning down to kiss draco’s ankle, both of them eyeing each other, smirking, waiting, letting the room get hot and close and tense and waiting to see who’s going to give in and make the first move; and a large windowsill that they use to sit in and get stoned.
so anna and i occasionally toss around ideas for an extremely ridiculous au in which jack atlas is a fashion designer/occasional model, when the actual models are NOT DISPLAYING HIS OUTFITS TO BEST ADVANTAGE
Iris histrioides ‘Lady Beatrix Stanley’ is a dwarf, bulbous iris with narrow squared leaves, that are short at flowering time but elongate later in the spring. Flowers are violet-blue with heavily-spotted falls marked with white and with a yellow central ridge.