My relationship with my hair has often marked significant turning points in life. Significant can take the form of many feelings and doesn’t necessarily mean that my world experienced a drastic turn off the road and off the beaten path. Rather, for me, significant has ever transformed itself to be small, like the ecstatic look on a boyfriend’s face when I went copper red to the large, sudden freedom of chopping it all off after a recent break-up, wherein the ex (two different guys!) had previously expressed disapproval of such a look.
Having been coloring and experimenting with my hair since middle school, (a successful scheme of my parents in deterring the permanent inking of my skin with a tattoo. Congrats, parentals!), it wasn’t until two years ago when I finally sported my natural shade of ashy brown. As to what sparked this past year’s sudden inkling go bright and bold, starting with steel blue grey and ending with today’s faded turquoise, with silver and granny grey in between, I’m not quite certain. All I know is that now, I feel compelled to go back to my roots, literally (yep, I did that!). Currently, I’m deciding between your typical golden-hued balayage or a more modern grey ombré. I’m waiting till next month to take the plunge, so I have some time to think. But boy am I excited for my next hair adventure!