Ok – so if any of you are friends with me on the Face, which I believe a lot of you are, you will be aware that on Friday I dyed my hair. Fucking love this dying my hair business, because I actually enjoy changing it out a bit. I am generally the person that gets the bob cut – when my hair is like mid way down my back. Just because I get bored.
Or I will be brown hair, and go super blond. I frequently did this as a kid. Generally how this worked was that I would go blond, then be too poor to maintain, so it would grow out – and I would then wait like 6 months, dye it packet brown – because I couldn’t afford a salon appointment – and THEN! go back to blond, always seemed drastic to my mates and those around me because we have short term memories, and forget I was actually rocking the blond about 9 months prior.
So – I got my hair done. Arrived at Edo (if you live in SF, it has a price tag – but is well worth it)- was offered a wine. It’s a Friday, I ain’t got shit to do… FILL ‘ER UP. Anyway – you don’t want the blow by blow of this experience, but that was nice for my Australian (read alcoholic) heart.
Now, at the beginning of this adventure that is hair dying – I had decided that I was going to do the above look, but super drastic, like quite dark roots – with v blond tips (see Drew Barrymore for inspiration). I told my stylist (Marissa, complete doll) my ideas, and she sort of talked me out of it. Not in the sense that I was cray cray for wanting to do what I was doing. But because she thought it would be tooo two toned. AND – sometimes I think people think they know what is good for them, but should just listen to the professionals. Like people that self medicate/ self diagnose – you should just go to the doctor, because Web MD is not Med School – you are not qualified.
So, after 2 and a bit hours at Edo, 2 glasses of red later, 1 Nylon mag read – and quite a bit of gas bagging with M – I am now uber stylish, and a total babe with my subtle ombre locks. I am like totally obsessed with them, because as my mate Alice and I decided this morning over brunch, it actually makes me look pretty – a feat. I am not sure I have ever really achieved – as I don’t believe I am classically beautiful.
Now – lets not get me started on babe status’ etc. I am no ugly duckling, but you know I’m not a pretty person – I’m sassy. Those things are like – totally different. But with this hair, I am one of those pretty people – you probably want to:
- be friends with
- buy a drink
And you know – that’s fine, because people don’t pay people good money to do their hair – for others to not be all over the aforementioned things. I think that if you know me – you might be bummed it’s not as BLOND as we were all hoping. But take a minute, and then realize…