When I first moved here, I went to a couple of cheap salons to get my hair cut. I wasn’t that interested in spending much money on getting my hair cut; I just wanted a perm. But apparently my hair was seriously screwed up from all the perms I had put in, so the first stylist I went to wouldn’t perm it to begin with. I was rather sad about this development because I love having curly hair.
So I had my hair cut shorter and learned how to style it, sort of. I was just not born with the ability to style hair. Ask me to put on makeup, and I can do that. I can even do subtle makeup, if you can believe it. I choose not to wear subtle shades, is all, but I do know how to do a natural look. If I know I’m going to be around people that would judge me based on my makeup, I will usually tone it down and wear some form of brown on my lids with some subtle lining. Get me around my friends, though, and I’ll wear all kinds of crazy colors. Today it’s a mix of purple and red (it’s in the same compact) over the lid, blended with a bit of gold up to the brows, and lined in graphite, which is a grey that is almost black. I love it! I also get a ton of compliments on these colors because they really pop my blue eyes. Plus Kurt loves it when a pale-eyed girl wears black eyeliner because it’s so dramatic.
Then I decided to have my hair cut in an inverted bob, where the front is longer than the back. For this I felt it would be best to go to a nicer salon, and one was recommended to me by a fellow Navy wife. I made an appointment, and the rest, as they say, is history. As the stylist is cutting my hair, she asks me, “Have you ever colored your hair red?” It was as though the clouds parted and the sun shone down upon my hair as the angels hit a high note. And that, my friends, is when I went back to being a redhead, my true destiny.
I never feel as pretty as when my hair is red. The moment I first colored my hair red, I knew this was the color I needed to be. Not everyone can pull off red, and not everyone should. Not only do I have the complexion to pull it off, but I also have the personality. And I feel so much more me when I’ve got red hair.
In fact, when I get my hair colored, people almost always compliment me on the color — but they also ask, “Is that natural?” Um, no. I do not color my hair a color that occurs in nature. It isn’t a pretty auburn or ginger or any other natural shade. It is R-E-D. So I always giggle when someone asks me if that’s my natural color.
I went back to the salon today to color my hair again and to get a trim. That’s the one down side to having short hair; you have to maintain it! But red is also a color that fades very, very quickly, so I’d be in the salon once a month anyhow coloring my hair; I might as well get a trim while I’m there. The thing is, while I adore the color of my hair and the relatively low price I pay for the services, I am not getting quite the cut I want. I have asked the stylist multiple times to give me what I want, and each time, she does it — but only sort of. Today I asked for a sharp angle to my hairl, which she did — sort of. It still looks good, and I like it, but not as much as I would if she gave me exactly what I asked for.
I saw my ideal cut on another woman in the salon today. I know it’s rude to stare, but I couldn’t help it! She was at a station on the other side of the mirrors, and I could easily see her and her stylist. She ended up with hair that’s super short in the back but poofy off the crown of the head, angled very sharply from the back of the head to her chin, with sideswept bangs. It looked so amazing on her! But I knew I couldn’t have that cut. I have very thin, fine hair that has very little body. To have that cut and to style it properly, I would have to have thick, coarse hair, just like the lady at the salon today. It’s such a shame. I think I would look amazing with that cut.
Fortunately I’m not too fussy about my hair. I’m perfectly okay with the way it’s been cut because it’s not that huge a deal for me. It’s just hair! It’ll grow back! It’s not like the stylist’s scissors slipped and gauged out a chunk of my hair. It still looks good.
No photos, though, because I don’t like the way my hairdresser styled it. It’s got no hairspray in it whatsoever, so the style is very flat, which to me looks very goofy against my large, round face. It’ll look better tomorrow once I get my hands on it.
What about you? Are you fussy about your hair, or do you not really worry about how it looks?