"She was what we used to call a suicide blonde --
dyed by her own hand."
-- Saul Bellow
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| A pretty funky chicken 12-17-14 |
"All the products I need for my hair
are at the drugstore!"
-- Laura Osnes
"Now I just have mood hair."
-- Julia Roberts
My hair is brown.
Regular, plain old brown. Nothing special.
And I'm OK with that. I like my brown hair. Brown is a perfectly fine color for hair.
But every now and then, when too many rogue, wiry grays start poking through the landscape, I like to color my hair. I don't choose anything exotic. No "raspberry creme" or "ebony mocha" or "Navajo bronze." Just regular, plain old brown.
I prefer my collar and cuffs to match, thankyouverymuch.
I've paid big money for a professional to talk me into and then dye my hair a shade I don't really like. They convince me it's "on trend" or "edgy." It's almost always unnatural looking -- too black, too red, too weird. Still, I fork over the cash, then spend the rest of the day trying to convince myself that it looks OK.
I tried highlights. Once.
After it was over I feigned excitement in front of my stylist, but it was a ruse. I hated it. But I wanted a second opinion.
So immediately upon leaving the salon I drove straight to my husband's office for his take on my new streaky look.
Me: "What do you think?"
Him: (long pause) "It makes you look (searching for the right word) ... older."
Me: (inner monologue) "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkk!"
I tore out of his office, sped straight to the drug store and bought a $9 box of regular, plain old brown to cover up the $100 damage.
"They" say the most flattering hair color is the one you had, naturally, when you were in kindergarten or thereabouts. For me, regular, plain old brown is what looks good.
It's not the most exciting color in the spectrum, but it works for me.
