Lately, whenever I see myself in my own dreams, I totally have blond hair. Like long flowing Jessica Simpson hair.
The funny reality is that I haven’t had long blonde hair since ’04. And it was never flowing and awesome, it was usually frizzy and huge or short and weird.
I went black in 2009. Meaning, one day I just decided to dye my hair black, and it’s been various shades of black, with purples and blues, all the way up to light brown and some weird red hues ever since. It’s been a hair journey, for sure. Now, I’m not actually sure what my real hair color is.
I almost wanted to go back to blonde. I really did. I LOVE being a blonde, it’s fun and perky, and you stick out in a crowd. And because I keep dreaming of myself as a blonde, I thought that was like a sign that I should.
But then I thought about the maintenance, and how hard water ruins it. I thought about all the products and the hassle and the blah blah blah… and I just can’t commit to all that. The hippie in me sees the path of least resistance and goes towards it.
(I know what you’re thinking – a REAL hippie would just go au naturale. But I’m in too deep, I’ve tried to let it grow out and just deal… and blech. It looks crappy. Half my head is one color and tone, the other half another. And I don’t like the middle ground, I need either extreme. And I’m too vain for it to be all weird in a grow-y out-y stage (I know my vanity is bad, I’m working on it) … I could maybe handle being dirty blonde with some highlights, but at this point it would take multiple sittings to lift out the permanent black dye up in here, so I’m just not having it.)
There’s something about the jet black hair that’s mysterious and sexy. And well, it makes my eyes pop like woah. (I have green/gray eyes, and the dark color does wonders). Also, and I have no idea if there’s science to this – my hair is less frizzy when it’s a darker color. My hair is HUGE and always carries a minimum level of frizz and volume, but darker seems to have lesser.
Okay, okay… so I do have an idea. As far as my natural color is concerned, I believe it’s somewhere in the dirty blonde family. It’s very warm (ie: brassy), and I always try and ash it out. My roots grow in way lighter than my dyed mop, so I have to keep up with it, or else it looks ridic.
It’s very curly. It has a life of it’s own, honestly. And I like it. I don’t really try to tame it, because that can easily backfire. It’s just this wavy crazy mop of hair, and I love it.
The point to this post? I have no idea. It’s so vain. All about something so petty and with so many pics of myself, I know I probs shouldn’t even post this crap, but I know I will anyways.
I guess that in my dreams I always see myself as blonde. I always emotionally relate to blondes. When someone says “oh the blonde girl over there?” – I think they mean me for a second, and then my brain catches up and realizes I am not the blonde one. Maybe my mind is just on a three-year delay?
I guess in my noodle, I’m a yellow-head still. But in reality, I keep dyeing and re-dyeing my ‘do so black.
Weird. And yes, pointless. But this is the froth I’ve been pondering today. See, maybe I am a true blonde after all.
As always, thanks for reading! xoxo,hhr