When we first met Beatrix, she had some combination of a bowl cut and a mullet. It was... interesting.
Over the months, it's grown. A lot. And because I am determined to ditch the bangs, I haven't gotten it cut yet. This works out fine when she leaves in her bow or barrette or pointy tails (awesome term stolen from Trina's daughter).
When she doesn't? Sheepdog city, baby. She tilts her head back and squints down her nose to try to look around her hair.
When she REALLY wants to see something, she'll try the "peer under the bangs and over the nose" method, then she gets frustrated and very dramatically sweeps her hair off her face with both hands. We see a lot of Bea in this pose.