So a week ago I got this wild hair (not to play guitar) and marched over to the salon to see if I could somehow get an appointment thatveryminutenownownow.
Because you know how when you've had enough of your hair it feels like you simply cannot live like that for one second longer?
I've been known to snip and dye my own hair when I hit that point. I've made some good hair choices, some great hair choices, and some very very terrible ones.
The ones I did myself never fell in anything but the Very Terrible category.
Fortunately, my impulse control has improved dramatically. Or maybe marginally. But enough.
And so instead I made a hair appointment.
I said the following: I either want highlights or all-over bleach. And I'm not sure which.
Because you know I have been thinking about this for a while now. I cannot find any of my old pictures, alas.
Pros for highlights: they look natural; I can go months between appointments; they're conservative.
Cons: I've had the same color and style with minor length variations for years.
Pros for platinum: fun!; good with my coloring; easy to find me in a crowd.
Cons: Very not-conservative; this is DC, after all; might invite more of the dumb blonde assumptions.
I'm still not sure. I feel like it's going to hit me once I'm sitting in the chair.
And I do realize this isn't a world hunger kind of issue...
But you know, you wake up with your hair every day.