Staring at the mirror after straightening my hair this morning, I had to face facts. I need to start dying my hair.
While other people might not notice the small colony of gray hair that has been forming by my temples, I do. And as a 24 year old, I do not appreciate it.
It took me yearsto be ok with my natural hair color. I had hated it growing up and kept highlights in it for the longest time. Once I decided I wanted to grow it out,the color had to go. With it, I also gave up trying to fit in. I guess that's corny, but I moved a lot when I was younger, so most of my childhood was spent trying to fit in with wherever I found myself. Giving up my obsessive hair dying was accepting the mousy brown hair I was born with.
Yeah, that's definitely cheesy. But ya'll love me anyway :).
So I want to start experimenting now... My dream look is something like this. Hair that's still brown with a reddish tint to it.
I'd love to go all red, but I'm nervous about how it will look with my summer skin tone, which is a few shades darker than my current winter pale.
When I was in college, I went mostly blonde. No one told me how awful it looked! While I loved having blonde highlights, I feel like I've grown out of them. They are also very expensive to keep up, and I don't really have the money at the moment.
I've also thought about going really dark, but I feel like I would look sickly in the winter.
I need something that will be fun while still looking professional. It would be better, cost-wise, if said perfect color could be kept up with a box, because I do not have the funds for monthly salon visits!
Benedick: I pray thee now tell me, for which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me? Beatrice: For them all together, which maintained so politic a state of evil that they will not admit any good part to intermingle with them: but for which of my good parts did you first suffer love for me? Benedick: Suffer love. a good epithet, I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will. Beatrice: In spite of your heart, I think. Alas poor heart, if you spite it for my sake, I will spite it for yours, for I will never love that which my friend hates Benedick: Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.