Anyone who knows me, knows that I basically have ADD when it comes to my hair. One month I have long dark brown, the next month it is bright red, then a couple months later it's black with all blue underneath, then it's back to dark brown. But it is now chopped into a bob. My hair has been ever changing for as long as I can remember. I remember the first time my mom let me cut my hair however I wanted, I cut it off to be a very short pixie because I didn't want to be hot in the summer due to my thick long hair. I loved it! Another great hair history of mine: my first dye job, simple chunky (it was a 2000's thing) caramel highlights. I felt so cool rocking my new hair color. Ever since that day I have experimented with a plethora of colors and styles. The only thing that remains the same between each hair change of mine, is how I decide on what to do next!
First, I always see myself in the mirror and think "I want a change. I want to do something that will really shake things up. I know! I'll change my hair!"
Which then flows into, "I'll cut it! Really drastically too, I want to see the difference!"
So then I do what anyone would do when they need hair inspiration; I take to Pinterest.
During my search for my new haircut I start seeing beautiful long flowing hair, which makes me rethink cutting it. "Maybe I should hold out and grow it out so it's really long."
Then I find a picture of a girl who is the epitome of hair envy. She has the perfect cut, but more importantly her hair color is to die for!
Which then opens my mind up to the world of hair dye. "Maybe I'll go blonde. Or grey. Or blue!"
I finally decide what I want, a cute new cut and a new shade for my 'do.
I walk into the hair salon confidently, knowing what I want.
The woman at the desk tells me to take a seat as I wait for my appointment. As the minutes tick by while I wait my turn, my thoughts begin to wander to the many hairstyles I found. Suddenly I have become very indecisive.
Oh no it's my turn! And now I have no idea what I want to do with my hair!
I sit in the chair and she asks me what I want to do. My mind is racing through all of the hairstyles and colors I have seen. I am sitting there completely blank on what I want.
I take a deep breath and decide to go with the original plan I came in with.
My stylist begins to dye my hair and I start wondering if I have made a huge mistake. Maybe this color won't look as nice as I thought..
The dye job is done and now it's on to the cut. She starts snipping away at my hair and I grow a little more anxious with each cut.
She is drying my hair and starts to style it. She hasn't let me look in the mirror since she started working because she wanted it to be a surprise.
She's finished and it's time to look ...
"I LOVE it! I knew I would look good! I love changing my hair. I feel like a brand new me! I'm not going to change my hair for a long time!"
About a month or two later I'm right back to square 1 and wanting to change my hair again.
