I was itching for change. It happens to me every so often. It happened with my job, clothes, and most recently with my hair. In college, instead of experimenting with drugs, I experimented with hair color. No joke. It started out with a deep red, which I loved and after that grew out and faded, I decided to try again. Except it turned purple. Ask any of my friends-purple. I worked at a coffee shop, so it actually worked for my image.
The itch came about a week ago. Again, I didn’t know what it was, but I needed some change. I had been thinking about doing something different with my hair for a while. So what does any girl do? Ask her husband, who reminded me that I was going to go with my gut more. I then texted my good friend Brigette, who also is a licensed cosmetologist and lives in the apartment below me. Of course she was totally down for it that night. At first I was a little nervous. I’m the type of person that comes up with a good idea and then thinks about it and doesn’t end up doing it because I’m afraid of people’s reaction. Brigette suggested highlights. I’ve always been interested in having highlights, so I agreed, but was still nervous.
When I got to her place, we talked about length and that part went great. Then the highlighting came. Throughout the whole process she kept saying I was going to like it and it would look good on me. Honestly, she is one of the people I trust the most about stuff like this, so I told her go for it. When she was blow drying it she kept saying “it’s so blonde! I’m sorry! Oh it’s a good sorry.” I just laughed, still a little nervous. Then I saw my hair.
I fell in love at first sight. I felt so grown up. I didn’t think I was going to like it THAT much. I’m obsessed with it, I can’t stop looking at it. I finally feel like I’m 24 and an adult. Brigette said everyone always wants to go lighter, I don’t know if I’m there yet, but I’m loving it now.
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