I started my life like this:
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| me. a 4 month old chunka smiling love. |
and then as I grew, I looked like this:
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| me. a wee pup. |
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| me. fantab flower power {check the pants} |
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| me. my brother and sister may kill me for this one. |
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| me. future so bright…yadda yadda yadda. |
So anyway. Proof in point, I am {er, was} a blonde. I mean, if you saw me today, you’d think I’m a blonde. Blue eyes. Swedish heritage. Fair, splotchy, ruddy skin. Golden {extremely highlighted} locks. All the makings of a blonde.
My mom wouldn’t let us color or highlight our hair in high school so the first time I dealt with dye was after a break-up in college which resulted in my normally blonde locks taking on more of an orange-ish tone {just one more reason that guy and I won’t ever be friends again}. And ever since then, I feel like my blonde has gone downhill. Like so many childhood blondes, I’ve now labeled my locks with words such as dirty, dishwater and washed up blonde.
After my first bout with the box of dye, I regularly colored my hair {or as regularly as I could afford in college.} and then once I started making money, and kept my locks sheared short, my trips to highlight my head were scheduled once monthly {I know. It hurts just thinking about the moolah I shelled out to shine my strands.}. Now, I sched with the stylist once every 2 and half monthsish and as a mom of two, I’m continuously searching for an even lower maintenance solution.
So I’m thinking of doing this:
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| not sitting on this chair… just the hair color.
But here’s my fear. I know that my BFF Courtney’s {We hang out every Monday night. She’s on Most Eligible Dallas…yet another reality show I just can’t turn away from} hair doesn’t look like mine and it’s also not really that dark but I tried dark once before and it didn’t go well.
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You didn’t know? Well, unless you worked at Waggener Edstrom with me during the 48 hours in which my hair was this color … you wouldn’t.
Yep. Just 48 hours. First because I was a little unsure of it and second because when Adam picked me up the sound of his voice stating “Oh. I didn’t know it was going to be so dark” was enough to reduce me to tears. So several washes with Pert later, I was back to a blonde bombshell {or at least a blonde}.
Plus, as a blonde, I get told that I bare resemblance to
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| Amanda Detmer. People just say “that girl from Saving Silverman”. |
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| Goldie Hawn. The young one. Not the current. Not being a hater, Goldie. Just sayin’. |
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| Meg Ryan. Okay. Specifically Top Gun Meg Ryan and specifically only ONE person ever told me this. And it was when my hair was short. But I like it so I ‘m going with it.
So what to do, what to do? I suppose I can always go back because my roots are blonde {like my life roots. not my hair roots} and my spirit is, too. But I’d hate to find out that blondes really do have more fun. Is age only a number and hair only a color … well, that doesn’t make sense. But I think you know what I’m asking.
My appointment is Saturday so if you see me, just tell me you like it, whatever I choose. And if I go darker it doesn’t have to be forevs… after all, hair today, gone tomorrow.
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