I am totally neurotic about my hair. Whenever it comes time for me to get my hairs did, I fucking obsess over it. I obsess over what I could do and what I want to do and what I actually will do and then ultimately, I never feel like I end up doing anything that earth shattering. And I’ve totally written about this on the site too. Probably multiple times. Cause I’m seriously crazy about my hair.
When I was younger, I did crazy shit with it I suppose – relatively speaking. Manic Panic was where it wast at. I usually went with this dark, dark red color… probably now what they call “Vampire Red”, which is the stupidest name ever.
God. Remember this shit? Sometimes I would stray into purple and I used the blue once too. Like, one of the first times I ever got really underage drunk. That was fucking ugly and disastrous.
After the teenage allure of Hot Topic trips to pick up hair dye ended, I started working in a salon and of course because it was cheap as shit, I was in a better position to be more experimental with my hair and it was total fun and games. Until I graduated college of course and wanted to get the hell out of dodge and decided to end my 4 year tenure as the best fucking salon receptionist ever and realized that my discounted $10 product charge hair colors sessions would now be upwards of $150 hair color sessions for the shit I was doing to it and therefore had to ask my favorite colorist to arrange it so my natural would grow back in seamlessly because with all my new student debt, I was in no position to move across the country with no job and splurge on hair color. … God that stylist was such a good colorist. I miss her. But the point is, I wasn’t doing jack shit with my hair anymore and that was fine … for awhile.
This is me and my sister, at a bar of course, with our natural locks. You can see they’re very similar. Probably about … 22 here.
Mad Natural. And oh yeah. I worked on a dude ranch and eating jell-o shots straight from the pan was NOT a one time thing.
So anyway, of course I got bored with that after awhile. And I got bangs. And then I chopped it all off. And then I dyed it practically black. And I made a really excellent Snow White:
That little timeline there amounts to the riskiest thing I have ever done with my hair. I know. It’s not even THAT crazy.
But that’s not surprising because I have pretty boring style, but … point is … I think I obsess with my hair because I always think I want something crazy, but never know what it is and therefore never end up doing anything about it and that is really annoying.
So I’m wondering what to do today. It’s been kind of fun growing it out and rocking a middle part and all of that, but I really want to stay away from anything too close to that time when it was au natural. And so I’m having a hair block.
So what do I do? I gave a shout out to my homegirl today on Instagram because she rocks a really crush-worthy ombrè:
But I’m sort of undecided if I want to go that route. I’m telling you, I want everything at once. And this always just makes me go middle ground, which is completely the wrong approach.
Eventually, I would really like to go copper/red, so do I start that process now? What do you think? Maybe you can tell me … I ask you to pick out shoes for me, so might as well ask for your brilliant ideas on my hair. Because sometimes it just feels like all I want is someone to make these decisions for me. So if there are any stylists out there reading this … your 2 cents would be appreciated.
As it is, I’m going to walk in to see my poor stylist, Alex, tonight who has to deal with this indecisive shit on a 2-3 month basis and tell her I don’t know what I want, but I want something different, and just make sure I still look hot.
Oy, poor girl.
I’m kind of thinking next time, I should just get really wasted and put a stop to any hair inhibitions … this could also be a disaster. See: blue hair story above.
Either way – I’ll post pics tomorrow. Show you what Alex comes up with 😉
(ADDENDUM: I’m still obsessing. Literally, I just posted this and thought, wait, do I really want something different or do I just want to maximize a look that is bangin on me??? Seriously, I want to punch myself in the face too.)