Dyed my hair dark auburn yesterday. Well, I didn't dye it, my hairdresser did. I've been sporting some version of blond for years, which is kind of funny since I don't think of myself as a blond. I was actually born with blue-black hair which turned a really pretty shade of auburn. Somehow, it slowly morphed to blondish.
The march down that path was innocent at first. I got a few blond highlights. It made me feel perky, outdoorsy, as in kissed by the sun. As my eye became accustomed to the look, I had a few more highlights added, and so on and so forth. Next thing you know, people were referring to me as a blond. I didn't buy it. Inside me I was still auburn.
I must admit that when I do look in the mirror and actually see myself as a blond, I know it's time to reverse the process. The thing is, I never go backwards as gradually as I go forward. So it's always shocking to be suddenly auburn again. I haven't decided how I feel about myself now when I look into the mirror. Where did the-blond-go-that-I-didn't-believe-I was-but-now-that-I'm-auburn-I'm-missing-her?
Ah, the curse and blessing of store-bought hair color. What I want to know is why does it throw me into a tizzy, brief though it may be, when I make the switch? I'm going to chalk it up to familiarity. I'm familiar with the blond I've been staring at, I just have to get used to the auburn chick who has taken her place (at least until the blond slowly starts returning again).
2 comments:
LOL...you fail to mention here all the compliments you've gotten on your newly darkened locks! Gorgeous! Blonde be gone {at least until Springtime!}, I for one love the new look :)
'Tis true, Nicku, I received many wonderful compliments. I think it's easier for the viewers to adjust more quickly to the change that it is for the viewee (a word?).
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