Thursday, May 9, 2013

A Hair by Any Other Name


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.

Music: Just One Yesterday by Fall Out Boy and Foxes

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