The New Me

So, without further adieu, here is the new, blonder me!




I suppose I should post a photo of myself from before the blonding, eh? Right. For a point of reference, here I am with my 100% God-given hair color.




I quite like the blonde! In 5 - 6 weeks, I'll go back to the salon to get more high-lights, going slightly lighter.

By the way, my hair stylist is the best!!! I HIGHLY recommend Melanie the Magic Maker (as I've decided to call her) at Shag hair salon in South Boston. This past Thursday was my fist time stepping into the wonderful loft space that is Shag. I had been thinking of going there for awhile, actually, as my place of employment is on the same block. When it comes to hair salons, if I am happy with the services, I'm a very loyal client. Before Shag, I had been a regular client of the same Newbury Street salon for the past 3 years or so. Sadly, my preferred stylist left that salon to pursue an entirely different career. I agreed to see a different stylist in which the Newbury Street salon recommended to me as a replacement, however the replacement seemed unfortunately mediocre. Thus, I began my search for a new hair salon home and found Shag...and boy, is this place is great! The stylists are all very skilled, obviously enjoy where they work, and are happy with their jobs. The owner seems cool and laid back, and of course, the complimentary wine is a nice touch.

Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I Love Ya! Tomorrow...You're Only A Day Away

PRELUDE: I am extremely particular about my hair. Like, extremely. I haven't exposed my healthy, shiny, honey-brown colored hair to any chemicals at all whatsoever in about 6 whole years. I frequently receive compliments on how healthy and shiny my hair is, as well as how natural my hair is. I love my long, natural, shiny hair...but sometimes, you just have to try that green grass on the other side of the fence, ya know?

OK. So, why haven't I colored my hair recently? Well, during my melodramatic teenage years and early 20's, I was very daring and experimental. Over the years my hair has been boyishly short, bobbed with a slant, shoulder-length, short bangs, long bangs, no bangs. I've had it burgundy, highlighted with pink tips, chocolate brown, orangey-red, auburn, and blue-black (which was during my grunge/goth I-hate-the-world-life-is-so-unfair phase). The blue-black was a real bitch to get out, let me tell you. And that was the only time I have ever in my life gotten close to being blonde. We had to bleach, bleach, bleach the stubborn black out...and after way too much processing, my hair was a frighteningly streaky orangey-yellow and very brittle mess. So, after that, I decided that I would not color my hair again for a long, long time. Also, I could not remember for the life of me what my natural, God-given hair color was, and that freaked me out a little bit.

Now, after years of abstinence and shininess, I am craving a drastic change. And the thing about me is that once I get an idea into my head, once that little, dangerous seed has been planted and begins to take root, I begin to obsess over it. And, this time, that seed is the idea of trying out a color of hair that I have never really properly tried before: blonde. Yes, that's right. BLONDE. So, after many dollars spent on a myriad of hair magazines, after much researching, obsessing and day-dreaming (about 3 straight weeks) I made an appointment with a very reputable hair salon. Tomorrow, at 6 in the evening, I will begin my journey to blondehood. I think I can rock it. I will do my very best to rock it. And, if I fail, if I just don't look right, I can always dye it back to honey-brown, right?

I think it's the right time for me to go drastic. After all, I will be turning 31 in a few months, and if I can't go drastic now, when can I? So, my years of restraint and celibacy are over! Bring on the chemicals and the deep conditioning treatments, baby -- I'm going blonde!!!!!!!