Soooooo, this weekend, I kinda did something… drastic.
See, with my new job, I no longer work in a government contracting office. Which means I realized that I no longer really have any need to conform to the standards of business-professional dress on a daily basis.
So… I changed my hair.
Which, actually, if any of you remember the blonde pixie cut incident of 2011, this really shouldn’t come as a surprise. My hair is actually so naturally dark that it took two separate rounds of bleaching to achieve a light enough color to be able to go all nutso pink on.
Which means I spent a full day looking like a semi-Asian version of X-Men’s Rogue or Archie Comics’ Alexandra Cabot before being able to do this thing in full. (And even after the second treatment, my hair still isn’t anything quite like that super cool white-blonde – it’s just yellah.)
Still, all’s well that ends well! I feel punky and pinky and I’m not gonna lie, I kind of love it. Plus, everyone knows bright colors fade out pretty quick, so I can re-color my bangs and the few chunks underneath with different colors! Kinda fun, no?
Some people probably think I’m crazy for A) doing this myself or B) doing it at all, but I have ALWAYS been of the opinion that if you’re gonna change your appearance, it might as well be your hair. After all, if it’s truly terrible, at least you know that it’ll grow back out eventually!
Are you devil-may-care with your hair like me, or more cautious with your tresses?
I always loveloveLOVE the episodes of America’s Next Top Model when there’s at least one girl who is bawling over the thought of getting her locks chopped off. If Tyra Banks wanted to shave my hair into a purple mohawk cause she thinks it’d look fierce, I would hand her the razor myself!