a bold new look

It’s the second day of winter and the temperature reads 71.  People are walking around in T-shirts.  This is not how winter should be.

I have a Groupon for a cut, full head of highlights, deep conditioner and blow out.  Today is the last day I can use it.  Problem is:  my hair doesn’t need to be cut and I have plenty of highlights.

I go to see Nora at Aaron Emanuel; she received good reviews on Yelp.  I am tired of my boring looking self, so I decide to do something shocking.  I don’t want to change the cut, but I ask Nora for a dramatic streak of platinum in the front.  Even she is skeptical.

It takes over an hour to bleach out the color in my hair.  But I love the end result; it looks a little bit like a can of white paint has been drizzled on my hair, but I think it’s interesting. 

I leaved thrilled with my bold new look.  

I come home and ask Alexander to take some pictures of me.  I am waiting for his shocked response.  I am expecting, “Wow!!!  What did you do to your hair?”  Followed by either, “It’s a bit wild, but I love it.”  Or, “I hope that washes out.”  Or, “Don’t you think that looks ridiculous?”  Instead I get, “Why do I have to take pictures of you?  This is so annoying.”  Not one word about my hair.

Hmmm.  I wonder if I had gone with blue streaks if he’d have noticed then?  Probably not.