Hair. It’s what defines us. Okay, maybe it doesn’t define us, but it certainly can help to identify us! (“Be advised–suspect has brown hair, green eyes, and a really, really big frowny face.”) I am typically a brunette. Sometimes the hair is dark, sometimes it’s slightly lighter. Rarely is it blond.
Not too long ago (I swear, it was yesterday) I got a hair cut. It was my first major style change in years. This haircut was short, stacked (sort of) and totally awesome, if I don’t say so, myself. Everything was peachy and perfect…until it grew out…two days later.
Apparently, stacked hair has an expiration of one week.
So, I needed to go back to the stylist. What to do this time, though? Seems like it would be such a waste to just get a trim. Maybe I should spice it up a bit? Something a little edgier?
I wanted this:
I got this:
Okay, it’s not that bad. But it is…stripey.
How did it happen? Well, I guess something was lost in the translation.
Me: I want a few highlights up front. Right here [points to forehead].
Her: You want here? [Tugs on my bangs]
Me: Yes! [Thinking, thank God she understands!]
Her: You want a partial?
Me: Yes! [yes yes yes!]
She pulls out the bleach and foils and…starts on the side of my head. By the time I realized what she was doing, she had already applied the bleach to my head.
At this point, I guess I could’ve stopped her. Nothing says “cool” like one lone streak on the side of your head, right? But, I figured The Universe was talking to me. It was saying, “Christina, you’d look really nice with a bunch of chunky highlights. It doesn’t matter that half the moms you know have this exact ‘do. Yeah! All the cool kids are doing it!”
So, I took a deep breath and gave in. My hair was in this woman’s hands. Literally.
The end result, not so bad! I like it, actually. It’s sunny and cheerful! Like me! (Right?) While I don’t actually look like “me,” I’m not opposed to being someone else for a while! 😉 Who knows–maybe I am the stripey type?