As evidenced by recent discussion about cover photos of my book, my hair always becomes the center of conversation in regard to any photo of me. One time, a few years ago, I changed the photo of me in my sidebar and it created a ruckus. I wrote a post about it, which you can see here if you haven’t: The Height of Vanity. There were over 200 comments on that post and most of them were about my hair.
I’ve always liked my hair. I’ve almost always worn it long, anywhere from shoulder length to all the way down to my waist. Right now it’s about middle-of-the-back length. It’s thick, wavy, with some natural curl around my face, and it has a lot of body/volume. My hair is like a small country all by itself. I always think of it as light brown, but technically, it’s dark blonde. (This is according to the hair color chart at the hair salon.) I usually have it highlighted with a lighter blonde and a darker brown. I don’t do anything to my hair after I wash it other than comb it out. No blow drying! That messes up the natural wave and curl. Hairdressers are generally distressed because I won’t let them put products in my hair or blow it dry. “What? You want to leave with your hair WET?!” Yes, don’t touch it.
My hair has elicited comments all my life. Women usually tell me they wish they had my hair, though most often lately women tell me to stop HIDING behind my hair. (This comes in relation to the cover photo question, wanting to show more of my face.) I swear I’m not hiding behind my hair. I just like my hair, and if I pulled it back for a cover photo, I wouldn’t look like me. Men, by the way, always love my hair. Not that very many men comment on my blog, but they tell me in person, especially men I’m dating.
This post has no real point other than, obviously, I’m obsessed with my hair. Though, I remember when I was kid that hardly any of my friends (including me) had a mother with long hair. If their mother had long hair, she was either a hippie or she was way younger than my mother. When you reached “a certain age” you were expected to cut your hair. Ross’s girlfriend actually told him in high school that his mother looked like a hippie, but generally today it is okay to have long hair no matter what your age. I was surprised recently when someone commented that I was too old to wear short shorts! Maybe when I’m 75. I’m of the view that those ideas about age and style went out with not wearing white or pastel before Easter. You? I feel young, act young, and look young, which I think keeps me young. Along with my immaturity. (Ha.)
In any case, if there is any point AT ALL to this post, here it is. Yesterday I had my usual hair appointment for highlights and decided to do something different. Instead of having a lighter blonde and darker brown put in, I had a strawberry blonde and auburn done.
I like it! It was fun to do something different and made me wonder why for so long I haven’t done anything different to my hair. I’m adventurous about everything else, why not my hair, too? And now that I’ve discovered alternative options to my usual highlights, no telling what I’ll do next….
Purple, here I come! (I’M JUST KIDDING.) But I might play around with more reds.
P.S. I took that photo with my cell phone, so don’t be too hard on the technical quality. But you can see the color.