This Is A Post About My Hair

Way back in May (I think it was May, maybe even earlier) I was at the mall and impulsively decided to get my hair highlighted.  I almost immediately disliked it.  So when it started to grow out (and my hair grows really fast!) I took this picture to ask my Internet friends what they thought I should do with it.

Ugh the color was so brassy back then!  And those eyebrows.  I'm sorry you have to see this.

Despite getting great advice about blending or some other such hair term I have since forgotten I never made it to the salon.  I dealt with my hair problem the way I was used to dealing with a lot of other less than desirable aspects of living: I put it up in a ponytail and forgot about it.

Then last week I decided I had put it off too long and the time was now.  I made an appointment at the salon with a new stylist.  The woman I used to see has moved on and even though I have her contact info I am too lazy to drive out to the suburbs to see her when I'm sure there's an equally capable person at the salon around the corner.  So I made an appointment for Friday, hours before a party I was invited to and the day before a family get together.

I show up to the salon early and the door is locked.  This naturally bugs me as I literally escaped from work at 4:45 to be able to make my 5:00 appointment.  An older man is sitting on the steps and tells me his wife is inside and he's waiting for her.  We chat pleasantly about real estate for about twenty minutes before someone else arrives and opens the door to the salon.  I go into the lobby and flip through magazines.

My stylist arrives finally and explains he was downstairs giving a massage.  Okay.  I tell him that I was looking through the magazines trying to get an inspiration for my hair color.  He tells me immediately that he sees me dark and would like to get me closer to my original color.  I hadn't even considered that as an option because whenever I color my hair I always get it done lighter. 

The more he talked, however, the more excited I got about getting back to a darker color.  After all, I have fond memories of having dark hair.

Circa 2006.  I think I took this picture right after it was cut.  It was a cute cut but hard to maintain.  And yes, I was SO skinny back then.  I definitely took it for granted.

Circa 2007.  Still doing the long layers but my hair is much longer here.

Circa 2008.  Roller derby glam shot!  My hair looks really dark in this one and I'm wearing my part differently for some reason.  Hmm I'm going to print this picture out next time because I like that part a lot better.  And yes, that is fake blood on my neck.  Also, yes, shiny pink lipstick makes me look less bad ass.

November 2009.  Long and brown whilst sipping Corona in Vegas.

July 2010.  And super long and curly for our wedding day.
So screw the highlights, I thought, I'm going back to dark hair.  It felt like a bold move too, as I've always been a little different from the rest of my family so why not let my hair reflect that?

They've got the blonde thing covered already.

So dark hair it is, I thought, slipping into the stylist's chair.  That is, until he tells me he "may" not have the color he needs.

Fast forward another ten minutes of waiting and he comes back and breaks the news that, no, he doesn't have the color.  Who the heck doesn't have brown?  Brown?  It's not like I asked for freaking hot pink!  "Can you just do my roots?" I ask.  No.  He thinks it's a waste of money.  "I have money!" I protest.  Then he tells me it would be bad for my hair if I highlighted my roots just to dye them back soon after that.

So I left with a haircut and a blow dry.  To be fair, people did tell me my hair looked great the next day.

To be continued.....