Are Layered Hairstyles Good For Winter?
Hair trends are changing constantly. Sometimes, these styles are dictated by those who sported them on the red carpet and at other times, it's about being alternate and left of center. But sometimes, hairstyles are dictated by something more basic – for example: the weather.
And as we inch closer to winter, a question we’re asked these days (and quite often) is, are layered hairstyles good for winter, or are they more of a summer cut?
So we thought, why not spend some time discussing one of our absolutely favorite hairstyles of all time? If you feel the same, then join us as we explore layered hairstyles!
Layered hairstyles are versatile, allowing you to change your hairstyle to suit the new scarf or hat you got for this winter!
What is a layered hairstyle?
Layered hairstyles have hair arranged into layers, with those on top being shorter than the layers beneath them. The result is that the top layers blend seamlessly into the layers below them. This blending of hair creates the illusion that the hair has been cut into different layers - even though that's not necessarily the case.
Adding layers to hair can help increase the volume, making it an ideal option for those with thin, light hair. But that’s not all. Curls and layers go really well together too! Curly hair can often be ponderous, adding layers is a great way to spread out the fullness.
The Fern Lace Front wig brings the very best of shoulder-length layers with loose barrel curls
What are the benefits of layered hairstyles?
In addition to the ability to add volume, and take off volume, layered haircuts also help give a nice shape to the hair and face. Layers facilitate movement, and depending on the type of layers, add some texture to your hair.
But it’s not just about style, layered hairstyles help with comfort as well by reducing the weight.
Now that we know what layered hairstyles are, and some of the benefits of this popular cut, it’s time to move on to the main question…
Are layered hairstyles good for winter?
Winter brings with it cold gusts of wind and dry air. Both of these variants of the weather have one common impact - causing your skin and hair to get dry and dehydrated. And this is where the layers come in.
When the temperature drops, a layered hairstyle will keep you warm. Hair is a great insulator, it prevents the cold and wind from getting through. Adding layers - even on short hairstyles - helps create additional barriers that help you keep your temperature up even when it's falling all around you.
The Albany is a piecey pixie enhanced with feathery, razor-finished layers that give it some extra oomph!
Layers also help keep dry ends, which are synonymous with winter, in check without the need to sacrifice length.
Conclusion
Layered hairstyles have made quite a comeback this year. They are an extremely versatile style that look just as good in a short cut pixie or a long hair with waves. With a layered haircut, you aren’t bound to one or two particular looks. Depending on the occasion, you can comfortably mix things up a bit while still feeling confident your hair has all the right energy.
All this, and the fact that layered hairstyles are quite simple and easy to maintain, makes them an ideal choice for the winter season.
Read a more related blog: 5 Celebrity-Inspired Layered Hair Ideas For Winter!
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thinking about crushing on johnny and not realizing you needed permission to approach him. (18+, dark content)
you haven't seen him here before. he's new, and he's fucking beautiful, and you wish he would just look over here so you can find out what he looks like when he undresses you with those blue eyes.
he's hunched over a pint in the back, and he laughs with friends of his. when he smiles, you lean over, resting your chin in your hand when you admire his wide smile and nice teeth. he hasn't shaved today, but the five o'clock shadow suits his pretty face. you want to reach over and run your fingers over the curls of his dark hair that fall over his face. his hairstyle is a little grown out, but the sides have been kept short, with the longer pieces falling over the back of his neck and along his forehead effortless.
he probably rolled out of bed to come here, and he still looks good enough that you want to take pictures of him like this. you want to know what it feels like to kiss him. you want to cup those plump cheeks and kiss his soft mouth, and just hearing his laugh even from this far away, you know he's full of life and fun and--fuck.
you need to go over there before he leaves. before you regret it.
you slip off the barstool that you were seated at, brushing off the front of your jeans. you fix the straps of your bra, satisfied with the bounce of your tits on display, and when you look up again, he's looking at you.
those blue eyes are trained right on your figure, and you suck in a breath when you see his gaze drop, moving up, lingering on your hips and the way your cleavage looks in that shirt before settling back on your face.
he grins, right at you, wide and knowing, and you swallow hard when he winks. he picks up his drink and takes a long sip, and you're transfixed on watching him swallow and the bob of his adam's apple when you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up straight--someone's behind me.
you jump a little when someone hums behind you. a voice you don't recognize, a stranger, but you can feel the warmth of them at your back, and it unnerves that they remain utterly silent for a few agonizing moments.
you see blue eyes watching, looking over your shoulder, and you think maybe he knows you're uncomfortable, that he'll do the gentlemanly thing and come to your rescue--please come help me--but instead he sees something, and something flashes in his eyes. he looks, suddenly, like a puppy being scolded, and there's a pout on his lips as he averts his gaze to his drink and turns his body just that much away from you.
"y'like johnny, luv?"
you turn sharply, stepping back, and you nearly trip into the chair at your side when you see what's behind you. a hulking, masked man, large and imposing, staring down at you with his eyes narrowed accusingly.
he's wide. broad shouldered and tall, and even though he wears layers that cover what you guess are solid muscle hardened by laborious work, he is not made any smaller. all you can see of him are his dark eyes, but even those are terrifying because there is nothing in them at all.
you wonder, for a moment, if maybe he's not real. you have to be seeing something made up. a phantom. some kind of ghost.
you steel yourself after the initial surprise, and then you frown. your voice is a little shaky, but you say with as much force as you can, "excuse me?"
the narrow of his eyes softens just a bit. he tilts his head to the side as he looks down at you, and even though his eyes only flicker once, you know his gaze dropped. he takes a peek down your shirt, and you want to roll your eyes.
ghost or not, all men are the same.
"johnny." he nods his head behind you, and when you look back, the pretty one is looking at you, soft eyes shining as he stares at the pair at a distance to him. you notice his foot tapping on the floor, his leg shaking a bit. he's fidgety, nervous maybe, but you don't know why. you turn back around and face the big man again.
"do you know each other?" you ask, raising a brow. you don't know this man, either of them, but it strikes something sour in your mouth at the thought of some man trying to keep you from another--fucking strangers, playing hot potato with a woman? gross.
he snorts, and his shoulders shake a little, as if he laughs. "could say tha'," he murmurs, glaring right down at you, taking a step closer. you move your head back, feeling cornered, but you try not to panic. the bar is full of patrons, the music is lively--even someone as terrifying as this one wouldn't try anything with a room of witnesses, would he?
"look, i don't--"
"think he fancies you, too, sweetheart." his voice is so gravelly, deep, he's saying it with the low of his chest. and you can't tell if he sounds jealous or curious or excited, because he keeps his emotions in check, but at the thought of that pretty boy liking you, you keen. you turn your head again to look at him, catching his blue eyes again, and you smile. all glittery, all soft, and he smiles back, and you want to bounce on your feet.
your head turns back quick when you feel warm hands on your face. your giant has put a few of his fingers on your chin, and he turns your head back to face him, clicking his tongue.
"don't look at him, look at me," he mutters. you blink, not sure how to decipher his mood, and he steps even closer, leaning into your space. "johnny's mine."
your heart drops in your chest. you swallow hard, and you blink again, and you know your eyes are glossy from embarrassment and shame. of course this pretty man is taken--of course he is. it isn't fair, and it upsets you, but your lip trembles a little.
"fuck, i--" you gasp a little. "fuck, i-i'm sorry. i didn't..." you bite your lip. "i-i swear, i-i--"
"johnny's mine," he growls, and you tense when you feel the warmth of his breath through the mask, against your mouth. "and 'm not one to share. but johnny's been such a good boy..." your eyes flutter a little when his hand falls from your chin, smoothing over the soft skin of your neck as he grips you there gently. he clicks his tongue when you lean into him, almost instinctively. "'n you're a pretty prize. just how he likes 'em."
"huh?"
"all soft...such a nice arse," he sucks on his teeth, humming. "can see your tits so nice, luv. wanna see more of 'em."
your eyes widen, and he laughs, and it's insane and cruel, but your legs come together anyways, and you squeeze them there. you're wet. you know you are.
"he likes a sweet pussy, too, luv, got one of those?" he's closer now, growling into your ear, and you close your eyes.
"i-i...i--"
"fuck, haven't even gotten you home, and you're already so dumb," he mutters. he lets go of you, gripping you by the shoulders and turning you around. you stumble in your boots, swallowing, in a daze, and he urges you forward. "go on. sit next to johnny, sweetheart."
your legs move on autopilot, and you shuffle your way over to the table, and as you get closer, the chatter quiets just a little. johnny perks up a little when he sees you, and he moves over in the booth, giving you room, and you greet the table a little shyly before taking a seat. johnny is warm, too, radiating triumph. you smile wide, but just as you get comfortable, big hands grip your waist and lift you. you squeak as you're seated right on your giant's lap, your legs bracketing his big thigh as your back sits flush against his chest.
"got yourself a bird there, ghost?" one of them chuckles. he's stunning, all dark-skinned and wide smiles, and you know he must be their good friend because he doesn't question the way ghost has simply carried you there, sat you down with them, when supposedly he was already with someone else.
ghost hums, and you suck in a sharp breath when his hand wraps around your waist and tugs, forcing your ass right up against his middle. you put your hand over his, your fingers stroking the back of his hand. this isn't right, you know it isn't, but something feels good about it. you're normally worried about being too big to sit on anyone's lap, but he's a fucking bear, and you know he can take it.
you know he can take it.
"you like it, johnny? like what i brought you?" ghost asks, and he asks it like you're not there. you turn your head, and your eyes linger on the way ghost has his arm strewn along the edge of the booth behind him, around his shoulders. his gloved hand reaches up, and you swallow when you notice him playing with the ends of johnny's hair, the curls you know are soft, that would be nice to tug on. johnny smiles, and you see him up close now, and his lips are soft--and by the look on his face, he does like them sweet, and you know he eats pussy like they're last meals.
you know he does.
you hold in a soft sound when you feel a warm hand on your thigh, wrapping around the meat of it and squeezing.
"ohh, i like 'er, LT. like 'er a lot."
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