I heard you’re not
supposed to make any major changes to your appearance when you start dating
somebody. That’s twice in a row I’ve said nuts to that.
I forget where I
first heard this, probably some asinine women’s magazine in college. It sounds
like something you’d read in Cosmo. Fortunately I took enough women’s studies
classes to realize what rubbish those magazines are but that’s another blog for
another time.
Back in September I
cut off six inches of hair and dyed the rest red. My hair is naturally a medium
brown so the red was dark enough to look natural. The big cut was because I’d
kept my hair short for nine years and had grown it out a bit for the last four
years. I was starting to feel smothered by my own hair. I’d been planning on
doing this for months. I wasn’t about to let someone who just got here stop me.
After eight months of
upkeep, roots, and touch ups, I realized red was rather expensive. Today I went
back to brown. It’s darker than my natural color but you can see the remnants
of the red underneath. As it grows out my brown should blend in nicely. By the
time I got it dyed I had a very nice demarcation line between my roots and the
red.
Judging from the lack
of reaction from my coworkers, it may not be that drastic a change. I’m doing
double takes in the mirror but I got used to seeing my hair a certain way for
months. I’m going out with a bunch of friends tonight so we’ll see if they have
a bigger reaction.
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