So I did a thing!
I’ve been thinking about doing it for months, but I’ve been a big chicken about it. Changing your look is scary! Especially when you’ve had as many hair mishaps as I have had. I mean, really, what was I thinking here?
That’s me in 1989. Yea, yea, it’s the 80s but still. I didn’t get much better at styling my hair as the years when by.
In 1999 I was rocking the pixie, or was I?
That’s Jen, my mom and me in the middle at my master’s degree graduation. I was ahead of the short-hair-don’t-care movement. Way ahead. Those bangs. Oye!
In 2009 I was sporting a longer look again but honestly, I don’t even recognize myself in this photo.
In every picture from that era, I look like a completely different woman. I can’t get over it. Long hair changes my entire face somehow.
The last few years I’ve been fine-tuning my short look. I’ll let the bangs grow out every few months but mostly keep the back and sides pretty short. It suites me and my personality.
In the color department, I’d get just a few foil highlights to help brighten my drab hair up a bit. I’ve been doing it for years, it’s low maintenance and looks pretty natural which also suites me.
However, the last time I got highlights, I became obsessed with the ashy blonde swatches my hairdresser pulled out. There’s just something fun and sassy about them, but I told her I didn’t think my hair could handle it. Anytime I’ve ever tried to go towards a lighter, ashier blond my hair would turn out brassy, almost orange golden, and I HATE it.
She assured me she could tone it down. So I told her I would think about it.
Well, think about it I did. For the past six months, I annoyed The Husband over and over about it. Should I? Shouldn’t I? What if it looks horrible? What if I hate it? What if it damages my hair? What if it makes me look older? What if? What if What IF??
Then I decided, oh F’it! My hair is short, it would only take a few weeks to grow it out, and I can always recolor it, so why not?
I called up my stylist and said, let’s do it! Here’s the whole process…
I love it! Also, the whole journey was fun. This may be weird, but I feel free. I’ve always wanted to do something like this with my hair, but after so many failed attempts in my youth, I just became a big chicken about it.
Now I feel more like myself than I ever have.
I may try some fun colors next. I mean, why not? It’s only hair! (She says confidently as if she hasn’t been obsessed about this forever!)