I’m going to participate in NaBloPoMo.
My hair is driving me crazy. Just a few weeks ago, I got some of the sweetest compliments about my hair color from some people who hadn’t seen me since I made the change from mouse to brunette.
At the time, I replied sweetly and agreeingly, “I do too! I can’t believe I ever liked my hair when it was lighter. I really think I look better with darker hair.” I nodded my head with such fervor! I truly believed in my darkened tresses.
I don’t know. I’ve been looking in the mirror and thinking how washed out and BLAAAH I look. Everything is just wrong. My skin is wrinkly and pore-y and my hair is BLAAAAH and limp and BLAAAH and I just look like an aging mom. Actually I look nothing at all like the two pictures above right now, right now my hair is BLAAAAH.
I’m not really sure how I went from fervent agreement about my hair to BLAAAH. (And did I mention BLAAAH?)
Let’s just pretend for a moment that your name is Jennifer and that you had previously lighter hair ranging in shades from practically bleached blonde to deep chocolate. Imagine, for a moment, won’t you?, that you were contemplating going lighter again, with lots of highlights. What would you be considering? A deep golden brownish-blonde? Keeping the dark color previously held in such esteem? Returning to your blonde beginnings?
My hair is obviously in need of a trim, but I don’t know what to do with it anymore. I’m so sick of the style I have now. It’s at an in between length, I’d really like it to be longer, but waiting for it to grow is a killer.
It’s possible that my hair color just needs a refresher course in HOTNESS 101 and I need a little trim and head massage to perk me up. It’s also possible that I’ve completely lost it, especially since I’m going to participate in NaBloPoMo. (Which has nothing to do with hair directly, but both admissions hold sufficient evidence of my insanity.)
(I had to search my blog for “hair” to find all the places where I’ve talked about my hair. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! I need some new material. I talk about my hair waaaay too often.)