Saturday afternoon I walked into the salon with long scraggly ends, you see I’m definitely one of those people that avoids cutting her hair at all possible costs. In fact I avoid doing much of anything to it at all possible costs because at one point (ahem, middle school) I thought it would look nice to dye my hair fire engine red with long skunk-like streaks in the front. Case in point, I no longer trust myself with any experimental ideas when it comes to hair care.
I’m sure many of you can relate when I say my hair has always been a major factor in my identity! In high school I worked as a receptionist at a hair salon, as a perk I could get super discounted services-so I experimented a bit. I permed my hair, bleached my hair, added strawberry blonde streaks to my hair but when it came to cutting my hair I was an emotional wreck. For whatever reason I cling to the idea that scraggly witch ends look better than shorter hair, it’s completely untrue (which I can see now) but ask me if I want to cut my hair again in 3-4 months and I guarantee I’ll avoid it!
After a hair cut I am always the girl who checks herself out in car windows and mirrors throughout the rest of the day. I ricochet between whining “Do I look like I’m seven?” to an overconfident “I sort of look like Karlie Kloss with my hair cut like this…“. I guess you could say hair cut day is always telling of my true narcissism.
Looking back I’ve almost always regretted getting experimental with my hair. I’ve tried pretty much every color out there from dark brown to burgundy to platinum with pink on the tips-I almost always resort back to the same basic blonde. I think it’s the only color that looks good with my skin tone, freckles and eyes. I’ve contemplated it seriously and I honestly believe girls who can pull-off being blonde just as well as brunette have some sort of super power. There aren’t many that actually look good with both (Karlie Kloss, you’re the exception).
So I bid farewell to what felt like a foot of hair (and part of my princess persona) on Saturday but I didn’t shed a single tear. I also tried out balayage (rather than traditional foils) for the first time so I’ll let you know how that pans out (apparently grow out will look more natural?).I’m trying a new approach and attempting to handle hair care changes like an adult rather than a temperamental Kindergardener (though doesn’t my haircut make me look like Eloise?).
Now that I’ve used roughly 500 words to discuss my views and history on hair I want to hear your perceptions! Do you love to experiment? Do you prefer your natural color or something different? Is it just me or does it seem like it is the goal of 90% of the hairdressers out there to lower your self esteem to that of your middle school self during the 3 hours they have you in that chair? (No offense if you’re a hairdresser but I do have a solid theory that hairdressers love to make the socially awkward feel as gawky and horrendous looking as possible by the end of their service-and then cackle to themselves behind closed doors as they clean up the color. Who knows though, that’s just one theory!). I’m sure plenty of hairdressers are really nice people.