I’ll be the first to admit that I do things on the fly. I went skydiving for the first time on a whim. “Fuck it” is kind of my philosophy in life for the most part, particularly with doing things that make me nervous to begin with. My hair… that’s a different story.
My natural hair is Black. I don’t mean dark brown, cute in the sunlight, black. I mean BLACK. When I was little my hairdresser would go on and on about how my hair was a gift. But honestly, I’d had enough. 25 years of the same hair? Time for a change. Last summer I decided to dye my hair blond. It’s like they say, the best laid plans of mice and men-
What ended up happening is this:
- Cosmo-student friend drove me to store to buy copious amounts of bleach and dye.
- A guy friend went first and bleached his whole head Draco Malfoy blond.
- My turn, I freaked out, demanded an ombre instead.
- Got a hacked up dye job and split ends to match.
- Kept this “ombre” for a long time regardless, until I chopped it off in January.
I think there’s just something about the summer I think that keeps me wanting to make drastic changes. Usually I’d just cut a fringe on my hair or something, but this time around I had an Actual Adult Job that pays Actual Adult Money with which I could pay for an Actual Adult Hair Dye.
And… well that’s what happened.
I’m still not sure if I like it, to be honest. For starters, this is nothing like the photo that I showed the hairdresser. I went to her because a friend recommended, but maybe I should’ve done a bit more research. I think I might just not suit the blond life though, my hair didn’t bleach as well as it “should have”, according to the hairdresser. But oh well, what’s done is done. I just need to go get some box dye for my eyebrows, because SHE DYED MY EYEBROWS.
My eyebrows are off-limits to anyone that I’m not paying to touch them, thanks.
I’m considering whether or not I should stick to this for vacations though, I’m sad at the thought of not liking photos of me in them because I feel awkward with the hair. Thoughts?