I love color. I love color so very much. Even though I currently live with white walls because rental, I find ways of inserting color into my world. Blue loveseats, a dark green sofa, a spring green cabinet, throw pillows of peacock colors.
And yet, when it comes to my person, I’ve always played it safe. I once accidentally dyed my hair (I thought it was just a temporary dye…oops) and have used Lush henna on my hair, but otherwise, I’ve been pretty darn content with my brunette status.
Meanwhile, I keep seeing amazing hair colors. I’m not talking a nice ombre from dark blonde to light blonde. No, I’m talking galaxy hair, denim hair, friends getting pink and green stripes in their hair. And I was secretly jealous while outwardly fawning over their pretty hair. I pinned hair pictures like this on Pinterest –
I would look at stuff like that and say “Gee, if I was 20…”
But my time had passed, right? I mean, I’m a mom in her 40’s, living in a suburb. I can’t have weird color hair, right?
Except I wanted it.
I made deals with myself – “When you lose X amount of weight, you can dye your hair something fun.”
But I didn’t lose the weight and I just kept ageing.
“Maybe I could just do one stripe. Slightly hidden. That will be acceptable, right?”
Then I saw a friend’s curls with pink and blue touches and it was perfection on her. I saw someone else go all out on her hair with five different colors and it turned out amazing. And I realized I was tired of talking about doing something fun with my hair, and I was still not getting any younger.
So I found a salon.
I made a consultation appointment.
Then I made a real appointment.
Then I waffled and worried – it was too silly, it cost too much, there were more important things to worry about and take care of. I told my husband as such.
“No, you need to do something for you. You’re not breaking the appointment.”
So I went. Armed with pictures and posting updates for my friends as I sat in this salon in Seattle as my stylist bayalaged my hair, then mixed up the dye. He showed me the color. I may have gasped. “Yes, that’s perfect!” I said.
He painted it on, and we waited. He rinsed it out of my hair, and began styling it. He sat me under one of those big hood dryers as I stared at the ends of my hair. Another woman came in, his next appointment – she looked around my age, and was looking at that light pink color. “Will it work with my curls?” she said. The stylist pointed to me. “We just did hers, look.”
They came over and she took one look at my hair and said “Oh that’s gorgeous.” I hadn’t even gotten a full view of it yet, but her words were instantly reassuring.
When I got back to the mirror, I couldn’t help but beam at my reflection. The stylist asked what I thought.
“It’s perfect!” I gushed. Because it was. It was just exactly what I wanted. It couldn’t have gone any better. I could barely drive home because I kept glancing at my hair in the mirror and grinning.
I walked into the house, and Maura came up to me. “Ooooo.” she said, reaching for my hair. “Greeeeen.”
Then she grabbed her hair. “My hair?”
“You want green hair too?” I asked.
“Blue!” she announced.
I may have bounced up and down like an eight year old girl when I showed my husband my hair. It was that exciting to me. I think he liked the big grin on my face more than my hair, but he likes my hair. My oldest barely noticed, because he’s used to Mom doing weird things. The other boy went “You’re hair…it’s blue/green.” and then looked for something for dinner. Because boys.
It’s weird. I mean, it’s just hair, and I’ve always liked my hair. I’ve always liked the color, I loved when it started to curl. But this? This makes me want to step up my self-care game in so many ways. My hair is freaking inspirational. I feel like I can conquer so much with this hair (maybe not the laundry pile, I know my limits.) But it makes me want to take better care of myself. I want the rest of me to feel as good as my hair.
Hair shouldn’t be this life changing. Then again, I’ve never had hair like this before. Sure, it could all be a mid-life crisis in the brewing – new car, new hair – but I’d like to think I’m mid-life crisis-ing with flair. Or maybe I’m reminding myself that I’m really not that old still, even if I sometimes feel old.
I’m still trying to get used to my reflection, but in a good way. Right now, one teal curl is hanging in front of my glasses, and it makes me smile. I have mermaid hair. How fun is that?
Have you wanted to do something but were hesitating? Why keep hesitating? We only have one life, live it to the fullest, or at least most colorful 😉