Back in Black…erm…Brown

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As a child I remember watching my mom wear those horrible do-it-yourself caps where you’d get a knitting needle and grab tiny whisps of hair to do highlights.  I loved my hair.  I vowed to her never would I consider altering the dirty blonde the Lord gave me.  Why would I want to?  It just created a dependency on having to do it all over again in a short amount of time.  And, boy howdy!  It looked mighty damn painful to squelch your head into that cap (looked like my butt when it gets squelched into a pair of Spanx) only to have to get a needle to yank. 

Then something drastic took place to make me choke on my crow: puberty.  I went from naturally highlighted looking hair (lots of shades of blonde and light brown) to solidly mousy brown.  And, not a pretty mousy brown.  I’m seriously fair skinned.  And, by fair, I mean when I hit the Clinique counter & ask for fair, the fair is a little bit tanner than my skin.  Dark brown against white?  Not so ‘ttractive.  So, I began my love affair with Toni & Guy.

My spouse, prior to today had never seen me with solidly brown hair.  Sure, as the years have gone by, he’s seen his share of root action, but when my parents were paying, I got my hair done quite frequently. (Daddy’s little girl was/is quite spoiled ) Then, when we got married and I had my own salary, I slowed down a bit, but I still made sure to keep my hair up as often as I could.  Then, literally, after bedrest hit, I think I might’ve gone almost six months.  After the birth of the baby, I still got them done, although I started adding in low lights to make them last a little longer.

In the past few months I kept saying I just didn’t know if it was worth it any longer.  My mother, being my mother, assured me how awful I look brown & how my coloring is just not right for pulling off a brunette look.  But, this morning, I just said enough.  Stick a fork in me.  I’m well done. 

Well, my darlings, after 17 years of coloring my hair, I did it.  Today I went to the grocery, and with the help of the spousal unit, we perused the hair care aisle.  We looked at Nice N Easy shade 103.  We glanced at that stuff Sarah Jessica is promoting.  We ended up with something from Loreal.  And, after seventeen years of adding blondes and golden browns, I picked something just brown.

And, you know?  I kinda feel saucy.  Like I won’t take shit from anybody (like I did, but let’s go with it) or maybe I’ll go run a marathon…umm, this is me…walk a 2k.  I don’t know.  I walk by a mirror and have to touch it.  Is that really me?  It’s brown.  I’ll let you be the judge.  Can I pull the look off?

This is NOT fixed.  It’s just after I did the rough dry following the wash out.

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