Tag: red head
When I dyed my hair for the first time I wanted it to be striking. I loved it and it was pretty but it was basically an enhancement of my natural color. Even my mom didn’t notice a difference. I got together with my family a few days afterward and the one who said something? My brother-in-law. Then my mom and sister were all “Oh yeah, it does look different.”
Not the reaction I was looking for.
So this time I told my stylist I wanted something drastic. I wanted red. I wanted people to notice.
The cut is pretty hot too, don’t you think?
Or at least that’s what I was told my way too many people.*
I have never felt so beautiful in my life.
I could tell it was a little much for some people. That’s ok. I’m a little much for some people. But for the most part all I heard was how gorgeous it looks.
I never get called “gorgeous.” I get “cute.”
Have I talked about levels of attractive before? Well, in my mind there are levels. It’s not an exact science and, depending on who is saying it and in what context, they can move around but basically there’s:
Nice, cute, pretty, adorable etc. Then, there’s hot, beautiful, sexy and gorgeous.
In my mind calling someone gorgeous is one of the highest levels.
Cute? One of the very lowest. It’s something you’d call a puppy or a toddler. It’s definitely a compliment and I’d rather be cute than ugly. But gorgeous? Something I never saw myself as and definitely never thought others saw me that way.
But, gorgeous or not I think this color suits me. It’s fiery, as am I. I don’t want to blend into a crowd. With this hair I can’t help but stand out. It’s a statement about who and what I am. I’m not just another boring, average person.
And with this hair? I’m just a little more fabulous.
*I say too many because holy ego boost. It’s going to go to my head if I’m not careful.
I finally did it. My hair can no longer wear white to it’s wedding. Instead, it will be wearing red.
Because red? So much better than white. Or brown for that matter.
Today I took the plunge and completed number 23 on my 30 by 30 list. I dyed my hair red.
I go to the Aveda Institute in Chicago to get my hair done. Their prices are lower than even a place like Super Cuts but I feel comfortable with the quality of the products and I’ve never had a bad hair cut there. The last several cuts I’ve had done by the same girl and I heart her. She’s fantastic.
It was fun when they were discussing my color because they kept referring to my virgin hair. They actually use the words virgin hair which of course made me giggle inside. I’m clearly twelve.
Anyway, the process of the dye and cut took over four hours. Apparently my hair is quite thick.
This was part of the way through the process. She had to get more dye. For the third time. Ha!
Side note, I tried cucumber water for what I’m pretty sure is the first time. Not delicious. I like cucumbers but I think they’re better suited dipped in hummus than as a water flavor. The flavor is actually kind of nauseating. Blech.
The whole time my stylist was as giddy as I was about how good the color was going to look. Once it was done I seriously had so many students and instructors come up and say how gorgeous the color was. And they see a lot of dye jobs so you know it was good.
Oh, here’s a question. How do you react when someone tells you you’re pretty? Like, a matter of fact statement, not a guy hitting on you. One of the instructors came to check my hair at one point in the process and after she introduced herself was like “You’re very pretty.”
Hello, ego boost.
At the same time though it’s so hard to just say thank you. I always feel the need to justify compliments. I resist, but I always want to. It’s probably a whole other post on body image and self esteem but it surprised me and made me think. More than anything though it kind of made my day. Because who doesn’t want to be told they’re pretty?
After my appointment I tweeted about how much I loved my new ‘do and planned to post a picture shortly after. Except I hit traffic… on the way to Aunt Becky’s house to hang out. First Twitter friend I actually got together with. It couldn’t have been a better first tweetup. Because Becky? Every bit as awesome in real life as she is online which makes me so happy. Anywho, her and her adorable munchkins totally distracted me from Twitter (ironically) or posting pictures of my hair. I’m officially a giant tease. Sorry.
So, without further ado, the new hair.
It’s not shockingly different and my stupid cheap camera doesn’t do the color justice.
Perhaps tomorrow I can get a better picture in the sunlight. But you get the idea.
Bonus! I got my headband in the mail today from Krust
I’m very happy with it. I think next time I’ll go even more red.
I think the whole fiery red head thing suits my personality very well.
*double bonus, cleavage shot! You’re welcome.