Since I was a little girl, people have gawked at my hair. I still remember my childhood hairdresser Yooni and her raves over my hair, "your hair so pretty!" I have always threatened with bodily harm if I were to ever color it and have been told that my hair is a hairstylist's dream.
But if I'm being honest- which is kind of the point of this blog- I didn't like my blonder than blonde hair until I was like a senior in high school. It was too blonde and I wanted to have beautiful strawberry blonde hair. I toyed with the idea of "lowlights" but was always too chicken.
Now that I love the color, I'm super particular about the cut. I love when my hair is long long long. If it is cut near my shoulder- no way. I cut it before I went to London and hated it until I got home and it finally grew out.
|crazy face and hair in Oxford|
But here's the dilemma- when my hair finally reaches the desired length, I'm due for a hair cut and I have to start the cycle all over again! I go to get a "trim" where I want "just one inch off" and I end up with a shoulder length hair do. Come ON.
My hair is nearing that point where I need a "trim" and I'm scared.
Please don't take away my hair...
And to give you a good grin on the topic of my hair- I get these curls when I'm at the pool or especially the beach. My dad sure gets a kick out of them. And I obviously hate them. But they're pretty classy.
|Check out them curls (also, i'm not naked. promise.)|
I also can't talk hair without putting up this picture of Heather and I. She is the queen of crazy hair and we love her for it.