I'm sure everyone has one. That little mystery that no one is quite sure about. The question you've always wanted to ask, to get the answer to. At my house, it's the natural color of my hair. I can cite countless stories on the grounds of my everchanging hair cuts and colors.
My rockstar pal has told me on more than one occasion, "I love it when we get to visit each other. It's half the fun discovering what you'll look like."
My favorite is my debate with my hair stylist:
"I think I want to go natural with my color. I'm just not loving the color thing, and it's getting a bit old and expensive. I want to go to my natural color"
Foxxy Hairstylist who is 15 years younger than me: "Okay, what is your natural hair color?"
long pause...
"I don't know. It's been so long. I have no idea nor recollection of what my natural hair color is. With what I'm paying you, shouldn't that be something you can assess?"
Foxxy Hairstylist laughs and says, "Well, you'll have to let your roots grow out like you did last time when you cancelled your appointment and waited too long last time. I don't remember what the color was, but I remember the roots were practically down to your shoulders."
Sweet.
Once again, I've decided to go naturale. (Somebody hold me to this when I post that maybe I need to lighten my hair up again.) It was good in theory and on paper I'd be saving about $500-$600. I'm also tired of keeping up with the blondes. I feel like I'm trying to look younger and inevitably pulling off the opposite. All the old fake-baked wrinkly ladies at the gym are blondes with bad roots too. Granted, their boobs are bigger. And perkier. But you know, their hair is really odd looking to me. And so, I decided to go with what God gave me. If I could just remember what that is.
It seemed to me that justifying our budget to Ricardo that I needed to drop even more cash for the very same person who made me blonde to take the hair back to it's natural state was a bit ridiculous. I've colored my hair, and had it colored. I blame my mother and my sister the "cosmetologist" who is way older than me. My mom let her practice cutting ON ME the day before my second grade pictures. Thanks mom. And sister, you know who you are...I'm still bitter. But you two DID introduce me to the junky life of hair color. So thanks for that too. I've been coloring my hair for probably 14 years. Lawdy, was that some kind of step of admission from the twelve step program?
I know that for me to go blonde, I dare not do that myself. But to go dark. I can manage. So I go to the store, get some hair color. I try to get real about it and make sure I get "dull brown" and not the foxxy roxxy red or something like that. I even snagged a mirror out of cosmetics and took it to the hair color aisle. I didn't realize how long it'd been since I'd colored my hair myself. It's an entire aisle. Seriously. The possibilities are endless. And I almost got sucked in with foxxy roxxy red, but stuck with the plan and found a nice dull brown for me.
It's too dark. This will be the first time every, in the history of me, that I will grow my roots out LIGHTER than my hair color. I tried to go with it. Tried to like it. But just couldn't do it. I called Julz and forewarned her that when I walk in her house, I'm not a burglar, I've just colored my hair. She welcomes me at the door, and says, "I like it. It's dark. But it brings out your eyes." Y'all, this girl is too sweet. She didn't even tag on a "Bless your heart" or anything like that. After I begged her for some constructive criticism and threatened to punch her in the belly if she didn't help me she finally fessed up that maybe a shade lighter would be okay, but that again, it looks fine. MMM-HMMM..... So I called my favorite hair advisor who had already advised me that she liked me blonde. Woopsie. She advised me that indeed, I could fix it by coloring it again without damaging it. So I drag my entire family to wally world in December on a Saturday and get more haircolor. Lo- it's DARKER with a red hue now. I specifically got some Ash gig to alleviate any red, and here it is. I give up.
So, here's me, back to a nice "Gothic Bob" for the holidays.
I'm just going with it. I'm not really looking forward to seeing my hair stylist, who rocks out a sweet cut. So, ofcourse I'll be seeing her soon. I'll wait a few weeks. That's just enough time for me to need a cut and scheme up a good story.
I was going to wear black to the Christmas party. But really, that'll not be perty. Mamma needs a new top or something to pull this hair catastrophe off. So, in summary: in an effort to save money for my family, I've botched my hair up and will now take the money to be saved and blow it on a new outfit for the Christmas party, all to make me feel better.
It's just how I roll.
It really does look nice. And your eyes look even bluer. I also think you are hot as a blond. But am willing to go down the "natural" road with you. Let's go shopping together, I need a new outfit too!
I just had to comment. I've been dying my hair for *gulp* 24 years. My dh has never seen my naturual colour. I too recently decided to go au natural so I bought a dark brown kit...you know what? Within 3 weeks it was all gone!! Permanent colour just gone! My red was there again - I figured someone was trying to tell me something...so now I've gone the other way and am blonde! So I say money shmoney (although I do own my own colour work)
I myself have had many a hair FUBAR! Many a hair crisis that ended with tripling my initial cost because of the "home job". I swore of the home jobs since getting my hair done every 8 weeks would really be mroe realistic and cheaper.
Here's a good tip. PRELL! It'll strip that S#@* right out of your hair!