Lately I've been feeling very frustrated by my hair. The situation I'm sure, is not helped by the fact that it rained on and off all last week. Suddenly every undesirable characteristic stepped out from the shadows. Too greasy at the roots, too dry at the ends, a frizzy mess in the middle. No "just right", fairy tale proportions for me. That's what I get for bragging about the magic dryer. It was only a matter of time before I turned back into a pumpkin. So I twisted it up into messy ponytails, braids, and buns and left it alone. Yesterday morning, expecting more of the same I let it air dry about eighty percent before hitting it with the dryer and bam, it was back to normal. Boring, straight, unwilling to hold style, normal.
If my hair says absolutely anything about me I'd rather not have last week on record. A few weeks ago Madison Reed, a company that focuses on healthier for your hair coloring, asked if I'd be interested in sharing just that, specifically what my hair color says about me.
These days I find myself chasing after those auburn curls. I look forward to sun drenched summer days spent at the beach, a chance to soak it back in. Hitchcock blonde is not in the cards for me, it never has been, and that's okay. It wouldn't suit me quite as well. I still have that patch of gold, and that's enough.