waiting for magic...

Alright, alright, I know you were waiting with baited breath to find out what my happy news was. It has been a long time since I’ve done anything significant to my hair. I trimmed it a smidge before I started my job (all the way back in August), but since then, nada. The last drastic move I made was a few years ago when I dyed my hair red. I loved my red hair and I got a lot of positive comments on it. However, the red didn’t last very long (I was a redhead for a week, a strawberry blonde the next). I’d been thinking recently about doing something drastic with my hair (I was thinking very short…Miranda’s cut during season 6 of Sex and the City was my big inspiration) but I liked my long hair and I just never found the motivation.

After things ended with Eric, I was initially a little down about it, but then I realized how awesome I actually am (this is not a post of modesty, so those of you looking for it, let me show you the door). I also realized that the ends of my hair were incredibly dry. Don’t ask me why I had both of these revelations almost simultaneously. There is no reason or logic behind my nuttery. All last Tuesday night (or so it seemed), I dreamed about my hair. About doing something different with it. When I woke up in the morning I was a woman determined. A fresh start with my hair was just what I needed…something that I was doing just for me, for my own happiness and no one else’s.

Natalie has been heavily suggesting that I try her salon, and fortunately it’s in the Downtown Denver area (I already had a stylist I liked, but she lived far away and I’m all about spending as much time in my city as possible), about 5 minutes from my apartment. I called them up on Wednesday and they were able to fit me in for a cut and color later that evening! I tossed around a few ideas (about the only thing I was sure on was the length…cut the damaged stuff off, lots of layers, swoopy bangs, not too short), and I finally narrowed my hair color choices to either chocolate brown or blonde highlights (as good as I look as a redhead, I was hoping for something a little more permanent, and a little more…mine. Red just doesn’t feel like it belongs to me…hopefully that feeling will go away someday).

I arrived at the salon and realized that the highlights were the pansy approach and decided to go guns blazing…brunette. My stylist thought I would look good with some lighter brown highlights (I agreed). When she showed me the chocolate browns, I felt a little concerned because none of them looked rich enough…I guess I wanted something a little auburn. We decided to mix a slightly redder color in with the brown.

Voila! 2.5 hours later and I’m a saucy brunette/redhead who didn’t realize how Brook Shields her eyebrows had become (she had to dye them too so I didn’t look like a freak). Fortunately a little tweezing solve that problem. Check out my online album for more pictures.

Posted by Dana on Tuesday, March 11, 2008 at 1:51 PM | Permalink