Yesterday was my birthday. I have a lot of thoughts on the matter, so what am I writing about? Hair.
I have been coloring my hair the past few months. Last year I was prescribed a medicine for a while that, among other unpleasant side effects, caused some of my hair to fall out. It grew back in — mostly gray. I always told myself I was not a vain woman (believe me, I have nothing to be vain about, not that that ever stopped anyone), but the gray just made me feel old.
My forays into color had been warm golden brown with red highlights. Great color. Roughly what I had when I was twenty. But, in the end, merely nice. I wanted something more.
I have always vaguely envied my friends who have the “run a trimmer over the entire scalp, dye blue” aesthetic, but that has never been… me. (For one thing it’s a lot cheaper than getting longer hair dyed.)
Yesterday I went for my traditional birthday haircut, and decided to go bolder. So my new hair: a dark red that is almost maroon. It is not my natural hair color; I’m not sure it is a color found in nature other than in dark cherry hardwood flooring.
It makes my eyes look greener, which makes me happy.
What do you think?