Okay, this has nothing to do with writing, but I just wanted to blog about my new do. Wednesday I spent a good chunk of my day off work at the salon and had my hair cut and colored. I went in there for the haircut because my thick, long hair was getting out of control. And it was unhealthy and hard to brush and full of split ends upon split ends. It had been two years since scissors touched my long locks of frizzy, wavy, dish water blonde hair (with a touch of carrot), and it was long over-due. I had seven inches taken off, which still left my hair fairly long to probably five or six inches below the tops of my shoulders, then layers were cut out on top of that. The cut certainly helped the wave in my hair become more bouncy. I like it! My fingers slide on through my hair without getting all tangled up in it, and when I put it in a ponytail my hair actually stays off my back and much of my neck. Great for summer!
The color was something I hadn't planned on doing. I looked in one of their mirrors and said to myself I needed to do something about this awful color. So I found a color I liked in a hairstyle book they had laying around and pointed out to the hairstylist that was the color I wanted, a nice strawberry blond color. Picked out the color from their sample book and she went on to mix up the dye and applied. Rinsed it out and what I saw in the mirror was definitely not strawberry blond, but a deep auburn red. I was not happy. At first. The color has grown on me and now I think I'll keep it for a while. Everyone who has seen it likes it a lot. I don't know if they're just being nice or if they are being sincere. Who cares. I like it, and that's all that matters.
|Old me with blond hair, though not much to see, it's the most recent photo I have.|
|New me. My boyfriend needs to learn to use the camera better. Ha!|