Hair Drama

I am one of those girls that goes months, even a year once, without getting a haircut. For a long time, I blamed it on the fact that I couldn't find a stylist I liked, but the truth of the matter is...I am scared to get my haircut. I know that it is only hair. I know it will grow out. And sometimes, I know it looks "fine". But most times, it is not what I envisioned. I generally keep to about the same style, but every once in a while, I change it up....add bangs, add layers, even it out, or even, chop it all off. Which is where the anxiety sets in. I have this vision in my head of how it will look when it is cut, how I will look. Granted, I don't expect a POOF then I look like Jennifer Anniston, but I do expect it to look remotely like the pictures I provide. (yes, I'm one of those)
This trip to see my buddy Theresa is even more nerve-racking than usual. About a year ago, I began to see them. Those little white bitches popping up right on the top of my head, or right in the front where everyone could see. My mother had always told me not to pull them, "Ten will grow back in their place." But after a while I just couldn't leave it, I had to pull them. There were too many. I'm too young. So, I have decided to take the plunge....coloring. Yikes! I figured with all this "change" happening all around me and the ex taking pity on my pathetic soul(I must look bad) and passing a little money my way.....I'm gonna do it. I need something to feel good about. Something new, positive. Something.
So, I went in to get a consultation from Brett, the color stylist and I looked him in the eye and said, "I woke up one morning, looked in the mirror and saw this suburban mom....That's not me, I want me back. Something drastic, something funky, something totally different." Well, his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. He was so excited to get his hands on my "virgin hair" that he was talking a mile a minute.
So as of 2p Saturday, I am kissing my dull boring hair adios! We have decided to go dark, real dark. (my hair is dark to begin with) But we are going black, dark black but not Ashlee Simpson black. And Theresa is gonna give it a little cut and voila....new me! It is going to be a cross between Dita Von Teese and Jennifer Love Hewitt. I know strange combo, burlesque star and sweetheart. And I don't even like them, just the hair...the color of Dita, the style of Jen.
I am VERY excited, but way more scared. I haven't colored my hair since 1991. When I was in high school, I went through every shade of red that they made, I was fearless then and I wanted to be different and shocking. I just need to get a little of that back. I little bit of my uniqueness, fearlessness.
Plus, I completely forgot all about that Hallmark holiday, Sweetest Day. It is Saturday. Ugh!! So hopefully this little treat to me will keep my mind off all that crap or lack of crap. And there were no places in the paper for me today, so I am in need of something good, real good. I may need a couple cocktails before I take the big plunge, but I'm doin' it. Gonna wash that funk right out of my hair.