As a little girl, I had the most blonde curly hair ever known to man. It was so pale blonde that it looked almost white and had the softest gentle curls. When I became school aged, my mother would roll my hair (weekly) in soft rollers and I would sleep with them in my hair. This limited my hair washing needs, but made me look like Shirley Temple (an idol of my by the way). By age 7 I learned how to use hot rollers and curling irons to control the look of my curls and by 9 I got my first perm. Yes, that would be a puffy, kinky curly, afro-like perm. I WAS NINE! The same year I got glasses. All I wanted was Farrah Fawcett hair.....
In seventh grade I cut my hair, much like Princess Diana and kept it like that for two years before going back to it in tenth grade, until falling in love a boy that like girls with long very blonde hair. At age 16 I began the "bleaching", I had naturally blonde hair, but it began to darken and I wanted to keep the lovely golden strands of my youth. That was also the year I began reading Cosmo (religiously) and they suggested "for fun and temporary color boost" to use Kool-aid. So I ran to my parents kitchen pantry grabbed the cherry flavored packet and mixed it in to my shampoo to change my hair from blonde to PINK. Secretly I loved it. But my mother flipped out and made me soak my head until the color was gone.
My first year of college, I began dying my hair myself using drugstore boxed color and sleeping in socks (YES, I said socks) because it made big fluffy curls in my hair and was less time consuming than hot rolling. I put in a black color wash for Halloween that lasted about a week, I was a red head for about 2 months and one time, I put in a brown "ash" wash to my hair and it turned it gray with mauve streaks and had to wash my hair in Tide to get it out, because we had family holiday photos and my mom was gonna KILL ME! But, by time I reached 20, big hair was out and stick straight was in, so I took a home perm and put it on my hair and instead of rolling it in rollers for curly hair, I combed it straight. I don't think my hair has ever forgiven me. I had straight hair alright, but it was years before I was ever curly again.
Then I started to have children. First child, I cut my to my chin (it hadn't be "short" since 10th grade) I looked like I was a 12 year old dutch boy. Second child, I went for the Demi Moore from Ghost, all I can say is wow NEVER again, that is NOT a good look for me. Third child, instead of cutting it off to help with managing my hair I... PERMED it, this time (first, last and only) I agreed to perm my bangs. It was so horrific, that I have NEVER permed it again. I looked like an over done poodle. But my hair gained some of it's "natural" curl back. Baby number four, I changed my COLOR. I added light brown to my golden locks. But the brown didn't last long, I didn't really like it. I thought it looked gray and even though the stylist assured me she didn't use ash color, it think she did. So back to bleach blonde I went.
Until 2005, where I went back to the light brown. I couldn't afford the upkeep and cost of keeping my hair so pale blonde when my roots were becoming darker every year. It wasn't really drastic, but more manageable. However my mother (from her death bed) flipped out, it was a revisit circa pink Kool-aid hair when I was 16. She was very upset, I told her that it was the poor lighting in her ICU room. (am I a bad daughter? Is that gonna take me to hell? Lying to a dying woman???) In February (my mom's bday) 07, in honor of my late mother (i know this is gonna be a little weird for some of you, but I think she would have laughed, she would have found the irony as funny as I did, one day I'll be sure to ask her) I added HOT PINK hi-lites to my light brown/blonde hair. I thought it was awesome. My co-workers used this as an opportunity to pick on me. (jackwagaons) But I was mostly surprised and hurt by Clyde's remarks as I stepped from my vehicle. He was on the porch and he said "Damn it Lala (yes, my nickname is Lala) ACT YOUR AGE, you're not 13 anymore!" (cause I could have totally done this to my hair when I was 13???) Needless to say, the pink faded, but my fuel to push the envelope of fashion thru my hair began to smolder.
In 2008 I befriend a hairstylist, Sadie, this girl is the most hippy, dippy, southern, country, redneck, with a gangster twist of a girl that can do some damn FINE hair I've ever met! Sadie is about 10 years younger than me, but is a hoot of a gal! She cut my hair (kinda Jennifer Aniston layer-ish), first time I didn't get bangs and colored it ORCHID, which is a purpley black. Clyde lost it. I SMILED. Then after we (Clyde and I) separated, I allowed Sadie to cut it almost emo-pixie-ish
Up until May 2010, I let my hair grow and only refreshed the brown in it to keep it glossy and vibrant. I add some blonde streaks here and there, but nothing extreme... then... Sadie whacked it off Victoria Beckham-ish and BLEACHED it out. It took peoples breath away and I was sooo in love with it. By October I had gone pixie crazy sporting the a new do Michelle Williams style and kept it pale blonde and short, until October 2011....
I still have the pixie-esque cut, but it's dark brown. I'm growing it out. It's very time consuming keeping it short and that pale. I miss "flipping" my hair, especially when I'm flirting with Darci. Also, with long hair, it is easier to wear hats and I LOVE HATS! But most of all I miss my long locks (for now). I love changing my hair, I certainly enjoy being edgy and fashionable with it. My hair is my quiet rebellion to the restrictive suit wearing, modest minded, cookie cutter uniformed business society within which I work.
xox
Ursula
In seventh grade I cut my hair, much like Princess Diana and kept it like that for two years before going back to it in tenth grade, until falling in love a boy that like girls with long very blonde hair. At age 16 I began the "bleaching", I had naturally blonde hair, but it began to darken and I wanted to keep the lovely golden strands of my youth. That was also the year I began reading Cosmo (religiously) and they suggested "for fun and temporary color boost" to use Kool-aid. So I ran to my parents kitchen pantry grabbed the cherry flavored packet and mixed it in to my shampoo to change my hair from blonde to PINK. Secretly I loved it. But my mother flipped out and made me soak my head until the color was gone.
My first year of college, I began dying my hair myself using drugstore boxed color and sleeping in socks (YES, I said socks) because it made big fluffy curls in my hair and was less time consuming than hot rolling. I put in a black color wash for Halloween that lasted about a week, I was a red head for about 2 months and one time, I put in a brown "ash" wash to my hair and it turned it gray with mauve streaks and had to wash my hair in Tide to get it out, because we had family holiday photos and my mom was gonna KILL ME! But, by time I reached 20, big hair was out and stick straight was in, so I took a home perm and put it on my hair and instead of rolling it in rollers for curly hair, I combed it straight. I don't think my hair has ever forgiven me. I had straight hair alright, but it was years before I was ever curly again.
Then I started to have children. First child, I cut my to my chin (it hadn't be "short" since 10th grade) I looked like I was a 12 year old dutch boy. Second child, I went for the Demi Moore from Ghost, all I can say is wow NEVER again, that is NOT a good look for me. Third child, instead of cutting it off to help with managing my hair I... PERMED it, this time (first, last and only) I agreed to perm my bangs. It was so horrific, that I have NEVER permed it again. I looked like an over done poodle. But my hair gained some of it's "natural" curl back. Baby number four, I changed my COLOR. I added light brown to my golden locks. But the brown didn't last long, I didn't really like it. I thought it looked gray and even though the stylist assured me she didn't use ash color, it think she did. So back to bleach blonde I went.
Until 2005, where I went back to the light brown. I couldn't afford the upkeep and cost of keeping my hair so pale blonde when my roots were becoming darker every year. It wasn't really drastic, but more manageable. However my mother (from her death bed) flipped out, it was a revisit circa pink Kool-aid hair when I was 16. She was very upset, I told her that it was the poor lighting in her ICU room. (am I a bad daughter? Is that gonna take me to hell? Lying to a dying woman???) In February (my mom's bday) 07, in honor of my late mother (i know this is gonna be a little weird for some of you, but I think she would have laughed, she would have found the irony as funny as I did, one day I'll be sure to ask her) I added HOT PINK hi-lites to my light brown/blonde hair. I thought it was awesome. My co-workers used this as an opportunity to pick on me. (jackwagaons) But I was mostly surprised and hurt by Clyde's remarks as I stepped from my vehicle. He was on the porch and he said "Damn it Lala (yes, my nickname is Lala) ACT YOUR AGE, you're not 13 anymore!" (cause I could have totally done this to my hair when I was 13???) Needless to say, the pink faded, but my fuel to push the envelope of fashion thru my hair began to smolder.
In 2008 I befriend a hairstylist, Sadie, this girl is the most hippy, dippy, southern, country, redneck, with a gangster twist of a girl that can do some damn FINE hair I've ever met! Sadie is about 10 years younger than me, but is a hoot of a gal! She cut my hair (kinda Jennifer Aniston layer-ish), first time I didn't get bangs and colored it ORCHID, which is a purpley black. Clyde lost it. I SMILED. Then after we (Clyde and I) separated, I allowed Sadie to cut it almost emo-pixie-ish
Up until May 2010, I let my hair grow and only refreshed the brown in it to keep it glossy and vibrant. I add some blonde streaks here and there, but nothing extreme... then... Sadie whacked it off Victoria Beckham-ish and BLEACHED it out. It took peoples breath away and I was sooo in love with it. By October I had gone pixie crazy sporting the a new do Michelle Williams style and kept it pale blonde and short, until October 2011....
I still have the pixie-esque cut, but it's dark brown. I'm growing it out. It's very time consuming keeping it short and that pale. I miss "flipping" my hair, especially when I'm flirting with Darci. Also, with long hair, it is easier to wear hats and I LOVE HATS! But most of all I miss my long locks (for now). I love changing my hair, I certainly enjoy being edgy and fashionable with it. My hair is my quiet rebellion to the restrictive suit wearing, modest minded, cookie cutter uniformed business society within which I work.
xox
Ursula
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