I went to the salon a few days ago. I don't go so much, certainly not as often as my roots warrant.
I don't know, it just seems like there are 1,002 things I need to do with the 3.5 hours it takes for me to get there, get it done, and get back. Mind you if I went regularly, it wouldn't take that long anyway.
And all of this is completely ridiculous because who doesn't leave the salon feeling better about themselves than when they went in? A new "do". A little color to lighten a dreary winter spell?
Every February I am desperate for a "do" over. I need change and excitement to get me through to March when sun finally shines again. So, I either cut all of my hair off and just release the burden or I do some crazy coloring to break the gray skies and barren trees of the winter landscape.
This year I did both.
DAY 1 I was cocky.
DAY 2 I got nervous I couldn't pull off day 3.
DAY 3 I put on a hat.
Thank all that is holy I love hats and that almost all of my hats match my blue bangs peeking out of them.
Yep. I got blue bangs.
Technically I only got bangs. My hairdresser, friends from all the way back to when we are both glad there was no social media, dyed my bangs blue without telling me.
She said she did it because she knew if she didn't I would just think they were "boring bangs".
She was right. She knew I would hate bangs. But she knew it was February and there was no talking me out of them.
I'm struggling with the bangs for sure. I've never had them before. I don't know what to do with them and they are in my eyes.
BUT I LOVE THAT THEY ARE BLUE so it's forcing me to figure it out so I can show them off and wear them with pride at least until these crazy February bangs grow out.
So today's compliment goes to Leah...my hairdresser and friend.
Thanks for knowing me so well that you can dye my hair blue without asking. YOU MAKE ME HAPPY!!!!!!!
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