Major Life Change
It is my firm opinion that every major life change deserves a major hair change. Therefore, I have gone back to my natural color.
This comes as a shock to anyone who’s seen me, but I am actually blonde. Born that way. I got so tired of blonde jokes and the like that as soon as I could, I started dyeing my hair. The dyes grew progressively darker and darker until I was consistently black-haired. You know, most people want to bleach their hair out to blonde, but not me. I wanted to get as far away from platinum as possible.
But that requires some upkeep, and I’m in a transition phase right now. So, I’m going back to blonde. I can now handle the next person who makes a blonde joke with an icy stare or an application of violence. (Verbal only, I don’t have time for fistfights. Not anymore.)
It’s weird to see my natural haircolor again. It’s even weirder to apply eyeliner and put on mascara and look like a blonde in mascara. I’m just not used to seeing anything other than dark hair. Which is kind of how I feel about a lot of things nowadays–I look at them, and they seem different because I’m different. I’ve come out the other side, and am now standing bloody but bandaged, not to mention unbowed, and looking at the battlefield behind me.
I don’t yet know if I’m ready for the armistice and the work of peace. But I do know I’m tired of the explosions.
Wow, I just ran that metaphor right into the ground, didn’t I. I keep touching my hair in disbelief, and looking at a stranger’s face in the mirror. She’s usually wearing a pained half-smile, as if she can’t believe it either. She’s changing even more quickly than I am. Or at least, it looks like it.
Anyway, no more hair dye for a while. I’ll see how it shakes out. Now I’ve got copyedits, line edits, and wordcount to get done today. *cracks knuckles* At least that doesn’t change.
Thank God.
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Tags: about me, editing makes one cranky, questions from the edge, slight pause for station identification
December 14th, 2009 at 2:19 pm
an here I was hoping it was the purple highlights you were talking about… sigh.
December 14th, 2009 at 2:23 pm
Congratulations on the new you!
The added ten years I have on you means that there’s a heck of a lot more silver sharing space with the ‘real’ color. The real color was a medium reddish-brown, with some odd blonde and black to add interest.
I started coloring my hair at 20 after too many – “did you paint this weekend?” questions. I had two white streaks appear in the back top of my hair. Pretty silver white. Thankfully all other hair of that type seems to also be coming in as a silvery white.
Thing is, I’m not ready to look ‘old’. So I go through the gamut of reds. Boy does my hair really want to suck up the orangey-red though! The DH loves it when I get the ‘black cherry’ color for the fall with its dark purple-burgundy highlights.
I’ve considered going back to my natural roots, but not ready yet. Maybe in another ten or twenty years when the face looks older to match.
Right now my 45 is met by surprise.
I envy you your blonde option!
December 14th, 2009 at 2:49 pm
I, for one, would LOVE to see a picture!!!
December 14th, 2009 at 4:00 pm
I admit I have some difficulty imagining you blonde. o_O I’d never have guessed it.
I always thought only blonde can make fun of blonde (I’m one, so I can mock myself, I suppose).
I mean it as a general rule, like “only gay people can make fun of gay people”. 
December 14th, 2009 at 4:59 pm
Congratulations! It can be very liberating to recover one’s original self.
So, when do we get to see the pictures?
Love and smiles,
Jean Marie
December 14th, 2009 at 5:59 pm
Actually . . . thinking about this, I’ll bet you’re gorgeous as a blond.
December 14th, 2009 at 7:17 pm
I always think of you with blue streaks, since I *think* that’s how the hairs were the first time I met you. Either that, or my brain decided your hair needed blue streaks and I made the whole thing up.
December 14th, 2009 at 10:22 pm
I’d never have taken you for a blonde!
Got to see that!
December 15th, 2009 at 11:01 am
I have never dyed my hair (hair color virgin) but I had my hair in braids from about the time I was 8 until I was 26 (last year around Halloween). A lot of my friends had never seen my real hair before, since I tended to hide in the in between times. Often when I got the braids redone, it was a different length, different color, different style, and it always took several days to reacclaimate to the new me in the mirror. Even still, braids were the status quo.
I said all of that to say that sometimes the change in hair can be the major life change.
December 15th, 2009 at 3:44 pm
“Wow, I just ran that metaphor right into the ground, didn’t I?”
Not until you’re a full blonde bombshell.
December 21st, 2009 at 9:14 am
I’m a natural blonde who’s been an unnatural redhead for at least seven years now. People get SO confused by blonde roots, don’t they?