I get bored easily. And I take it out on my hair. I change styles like every couple of months. I've gone from the sleeked to the flipped, from the bobbed to the geometrically odd --all thanks to the patience and valuable input of David's Salon. Yeah, I don't go for the ultra expensive hair centers. I've got my creative crew right here.
Soon enough, of course, the inevitable happened. I ran out of style ideas. My style team
(yes, I actually have one --haha!) was equally stumped. So I guess this can only mean one thing: Time to Dye!
I sat there staring at pages upon pages of possible colors and all I could think of was
"Eeenie, menie, minie, mooooe...". I'm not a stranger to color. But my mane has been the jettest of blacks for years now. It all felt like a first time kind of thing all over again. All I knew was that if I wanted a change, it just had to be obvious. And it shouldn't embarrass my children... too much. Hehe.
After a longish meeting with my style team
(Haha! They will deny this for sure!), we decided that highlights is the way to go. But, highlights that seriously create, you know, a REAL highlight. None of those regular browns that are only visible when hit with the right amount of outdoor lighting.
3 hours later... VOILA! My old hair is crowned with stripes of violet, purple, blue, with funky bright reds at the tips!
I know, it sounds 'scary killer clown' when I enumerate it like that, but really, it's fine. Super fine, in fact. The colors are carefully distributed so as not to give the regular bystander a heart attack, but a lovely shock instead. I've never felt this high about highlights before! I got the huge change I needed, the unique style I wanted, and my kids love it. They say my hair reminds them of peanut butter and jelly with a little bit of zombie attack. Ha!
Kudos to my style team!
(Haha! I just can't stop myself, can I? :P)
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