I grew up a blond, I identify with blond hair, and I certainly tried to keep the blond longer than what it wanted to stick around. I get blonde jokes forwarded to me, and I get asked if the blonde is seeping through to my brain...The truth is, I have been not a blond for quite some time, but I refused to give it up.
I had the white blond hair as a kid, but as I grew up, it became the dirty blond, almost like it had natural highlights. It helped that I was outside a lot! Hello, swim team and lifeguard! But then I had a real job, and I wore a hard hat, and my hair didn't see the sun quite so much. Gone were the careless days of hanging out in the sun from early morning until the sun went down, and gone was the natural blond hair.
And so what if blond isn't natural? Or red? Or brown? Or black...be whatever color you want to be, right? I mean, it's just hair, and it only requires maintenance. However, that was my issue with being blond - it's high maintenance, or at least it is to me. I mean, I have to remember to go the salon once a month to have the roots touched up! ONCE A MONTH! Not my style, I like every other month at a minimum, so I needed changed. I wanted change, and heck, based on the last personal post, I needed SOMETHING.
So I went to the salon, and made a bold, on-the-spot decision. I was going darker, I was getting rid of the blond (and red) and trying to go for something more natural. Although, at this point, it's hard to tell what's natural, but blond wasn't it. So darker it was...darker than normally necessary in order to cover the red, too.
At the salon, I loved it. Loved the change, love the solid color, and of course, love the cut and style. But on Tuesday, I had a minor freak out. It could be all the "Hey Blondie" comments I received now that I wasn't blond that made me think I rushed into the change. So I called the stylist, booked an appointment for this Friday, and scoped out my hair every time I was near a mirror.
I love my stylist - I have been going to him for almost 6 years, and he was the first stylist I actually saw on a regular basis - ya know, no Great Clips, Super Cuts, mall salons, etc. I trust him, and he has always given me great color and/or cuts. He knows when to be bold with a color or cut, and when to be more conserative. I have never regretted the work he has done. Never.
By Friday, I was (back) in love with my hair, but I went anyways. The stylist and I talked, I tipped him in baked goods, and left with the wonderful hair he gave me last week. No change, and I love it. So here it is, no more Blondie (but hey, tell that to the guys I work with):