I have an opportunity to cross an item off my Bucket List. Blake, my favorite stylist, and one of the only people talented and qualified enough to attempt to style my hair, has offered to make me a blonde. Holy shit. I’ve had high lights, but never sported anything lighter than a chestnut brown.
Changing hair color is probably nothing for some people; I have tons of friends who do it both freely and fabulously. My fear, my hesitation is because I already hate my hair. My naturally curly, angry friggin hair. When I keep up on my cuts with Blake my hair tends to stay slightly tamed and subdued. When I get busy, the kids get sick, we have our usual plans, and life keeps happening then my hair tends to let loose and go natural. I am approximately 5 weeks overdue for a cut. Check this nonsense out. This is what happens when I don’t put product in on a humid day.
So Saturday I will be getting at the very least a haircut, and maybe even a new color. Let’s just hope I don’t end up looking like a Q-Tip.
It might not make my hair pretty, but it will make me feel better. Click the link below to cast an automatic vote for me: