Let's talk about HAIR!
We all have it... well almost all of us. Let's just say we all HAD it once upon a time. Were we ever satistfied with the way it looked? NOOOOOO!!!!
We always want something different, something new. I was looking at my hair the other day thinking I was tired of it just hanging there. So, I broke out the hot rollers. A little curl, a little body ya know? Not according to MY hair! It thought it looked just fine... FLAT!! Must have, because 30 minutes, 3 burned fingers and 2 tired arms later it was still just that. So, I started thinking color. Once again something different, something new. So, a trip to Wal-Mart. After another 30 minutes of looking at all the pretty boxes I left. Empty handed. Lord have mercy... how do you choose? First I thought, I'm a blonde, was born that way, must be the way I was meant to be. I'll keep it that way. Then I thought, aww hell, a little touch up. Winter is coming let's brighten it a tad, just a shade lighter right? Ha! There are about 3,000 shades of blonde! None of which of course I thought was me. So... I started looking at the highlighting kits. Something subtle... a little brighter around the face, to frame it. Blah! To much damn work! Have you seen those stupid caps you are supposed to pull your hair through?! That may work for someone with a foot or less of hair, but I have over 3 feet of hair! By the time I got my hair through those little holes I would have a nest for the birdies! So another thought, change the color. Ok, so what color? Red? Hmmm could work, mom was a redhead. I have fair skin, blue eyes... OK, red it is. Once again what shade? How many red shades can there be? Well not AS bad as blonde, only 2,000. FEH!!! Penny or burgandy? UGH! I decided it's not worth it. I'll be happy with the way I look. UNTIL I spotted the temporary color washes! Now that sounds easy. And hell if I don't like it, it's going to go away all by itself when I wash my hair... 30 times...
So, I think. off to the hairdresser. Surely they would have an idea, AND they would do all the work. Sure, at what cost?!?! I don't know about you, but my budget doesn't have an extra 200 buck in it for a splurge. So, just a trim. Get rid of all those dead ends. Then I remember the last trip to the hairdresser. I Walked in, sat down, and 30 minutes later, I look at the floor and there is a mountain of hair! ALL MINE!! NOOOOOO!! No one comes near my head with scissors EVER again.
So, here I sit with the exact same hair I had yesterday. Looking at those damn rollers... thinking... ahh nevermind it's all too much work. And besides, I look fine.
