Sometimes I Just Need to Hear the Word “No”: No Black Hair, No More Ponytails

Every so often I have to have a change. We all do. For me, when I get that itch it’s generally to change my hair color. I’ve been just about every shade of blonde and brown, even with some red. When I was 21 my hair was this three different colors thing- blonde on top, brown then a reddish brunette as well underneath. The next hair color change was my “Christina Aguleila” look with blonde on top and bright red on the bottom.  After that I went to a dark brown.

This time I got it in my head that I wanted to go black. I tried so many Google searches, even looking up to see if my skin tone would look good with a blue-black color. Everything told me I would look good with that. I went to go get my hair cut and colored with Mitch at Amanda Jane Salon and said ok, be honest with me, do you think I can pull off black hair?

He gave me this look before giving me my answer, and the look said it before the words the came out of his mouth, informing me that no- actually- I probably could NOT pull this off and also people would look at me and think he had lost his mind to do that to me.

This is why I like going to Mitch- I tend to float between him and two other stylists and they are each brutally honest with me. Even when Mitch asked were we cutting my hair and I said yes let’s just clean it up a bit but keep the length. Then he showed me my frayed ends, telling me we needed to take about 3 inches off. <sigh>

 

Which leads to the second “no” he had to deliver. But let me backtrack a bit- I don’t handle the word “no” very well. In fact my parents would tell you that it does’t even exist in my vocabulary. (This is partially true.)

This “no” led to no more ponytails. Mitch could practically see a line in my hair where I was wearing them- and I do tend to pull my hair back a lot. <double sigh> It proved to be a bit of a challenge while I was at the gym later hoofing it on the elliptical and feeling miserable with my hair sticking to the back of my neck but- such is the sacrifice for good hair.

 

A side note: this is also the first time that I have had my hair dyed darker that the color didn’t bleed out during the first wash. I usually also try to wait at least a day afterwards but due to being on an assignment my hair smelled awful that very night and I had to go ahead and wash it- and I was amazed that the color didn’t bleed. Still am!

 

Suffice it to say- I’m very pleased with my new hair. Even if I did have to hear the word “no” in the process.

Oh- p.s.- that’s one of my favorite Tibi dresses that I am wearing!!!

 

Love to all y’all,

 

Molly