Sometimes, just sometimes… you need a little change. A little tweak. A little flair. A little hair color. A little cut. Or… sometimes, just sometimes… you do a drastic hair color change & a drastic hair cut. Not because something is wrong or missing (like some people will say) but because WHY THE HELL NOT?! Be fun! Be daring! Be adventurous!!
I spent a lot of time contemplating this change. I spent countless hours on YouTube watching tutorials on styles, shapes, colors & more. Countless. I would wake up in the middle of the night, pop in my earbuds, lower the screen light & watch more. I’d wake up, clean the house then sit back for my “research.” It was embedded in my mind. I would dream of this change. I grew increasingly more excited. I couldn’t stop!
Now let’s go back to why everyone who knows me in Alaska screamed an adamant “NO!” to this.
3 years ago I cut my hair short. It was a BAD haircut. I left crying & didn’t go back to a hairdresser for a very long time. What ensued was a BAD grow out. B-A-D. I told anyone who would listen, to slap me if I ever wanted to cut my hair short again. (Had I been in Alaska I have no doubt I would be covered in bruises right now.) It’s one of the few times I loathe Facebook memories popping up. I hang my head in embarrassment! How could I have walked out of the house during my grow out phase?! Good lord! Lesson learned on that one… see a hairdresser often when growing out your hair. If not- Facebook will remind you year after year of your tragic mistake.
Let’s go back to my new cut. Augh! I wish I could just make you FEEEEEEL how much excitement I have! How much I love it! How thrilled I am with what I have done!
The sides & back are shaved. The top layered still a bit longer. I’m going to be JUMPING out of bed each morning, running to the bathroom & trying a new style everyday! The possibilities are plentiful. You’d be surprised. I have never been a huge hair product girl but just you watch out. Wax, mousse, gel, hairspray, pomade, volumizer… whatever it takes to get the tall poof. The spikes. The slickback. And yes- still the curls for my husband. Speaking of… what a champ. When he walked into the house he had a nice smile on his face & through his teeth said, “Ohhhhhh… its…. niiiiiiice.” (He will learn to like it.)
Now…. my new color. Not just blond, but as my friend Alex says, “Swedish Blond.” I’m okay with that description because I love this color on me. Love it! At one point in my life when I was younger, I decided to dye my entire head with a store bought box meant for just highlights. The aftermath was not too nice. No- it was down right horrible. My friend Kris actually slapped me upside the head for that one. Funny, I got those head slaps often from her when I did those kind of experiments. Not sure I learned from them though.
The point? Don’t be afraid to do something different. If you don’t like it, fix it til you do. Go out on a limb. Maybe it’s not your hair but an activity you have been wanting to do. A new sport to learn. A place to visit. (Qatar to see me maybe?) Whatever it is… Go! Do it! Now! (Post pictures please!)