I have never colored my hair. Okay, so there was that one time in college when my friend and I experimented with whatever we found at the drug store. I think I chose some sort of reddish tint although had I been bold enough I would have selected black or something very dark. I always envied my best friend in high school because she had black hair and could die her hair blue and no one would be able to tell unless she was standing in the sun. This was especially important since our school was pretty strict and I don't think the teachers would have looked kindly if I showed up with blue hair (not to mention what my parents would have done).
So the longer I went without coloring my hair the more it became a determination to be different. I went from wanting to color my hair to be different to NOT coloring my hair in order to be different. Then I entered a new phase and became even more concious of harsh chemicals and my standout became more based on environmental/health reasons.
But now I'm beginning to wonder...To question all that once seemed so obvious to me. At one time in my life I was blond. No doubt about it. There wasn't any question. I had blond hair. Unfortunatly time has not been so kind to my natural color and now I have no idea what I am. I visited a church with my parents over the holidays and a lady said to me, "Where did your kids get their blond hair?" I looked behind me. Was she talking to me? Don't get me wrong. I don't mind at all not being blond. In fact I"m tired of the jokes and stereotypes and would be happy not to be blond; however, I'm not happy being in limbo. What am I? Am I a brunette? or worse...sandy blond (probably a color invented for just this reason). Maybe I'll just have to create my own name, like brond or sunkissed oatmeal.
Who knows...for now I"ll just look clueless and shrug my shoulders when people muse about my sons' hair color...
3 comments:
You're not alone. Why do you think I posted my haircut picture in black and white?? All the blonde was cut away and I was left with...not sure what it is. I lingered at the hair color aisle last night, but it came back to the chemical aspect of it all, and I just couldn't do it. Maybe I could go red and do the hemp thing.
My sister used to get so annoyed because her hair color was described as "dishwater blond". That's just lovely.
Sun-kissed oatmeal is hilarious!
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