Am I brunette, yet? Is my hair black? Or is there a ghost sleeping in my bed leaving hair behind…
I was supposed to get my hair done this Saturday. My waxes were supposed to be done the following weekend. At this point, I am finding more dark brown hair than blonde on my bed, and I question the origins of every single strand. Heck, you want to know what stage of quarantine I’m at? I want to dye my hair pink. Like light spring, metallic rosé pink. Not the pink you would pluck out from a Crayola box. No ma’am. You see, with everyone not working, now is the PERFECT time to dye my hair pink. Who needs to “look” professional when the world is focused on fighting over toilette paper?
Also, I need to write a separate piece on this, but professional is actually determined by the women now. And if men had a clue as to how much hair upkeep costs, they would be gunning for the women with slate-grey hair or platinum blonde that’s so white it’s blinding. Why? Because that would be a nonverbal cue that those women are so successful, they can spend hours every other week in a salon chair and spend that kind of money to make it look pristine. This isn’t business run in the boomer generation…
But I remain optimistic, humorously, and send my stylist pictures of hair color that I found from who knows when. He left me on read. He would rather dye my hair purple than me attempt to fix my roots myself.
I had my whole outfit planned out from Rent the Runway for the opening night of Spring racing at Churchill downs. The theme is always “dress to impress” and that is by far my favorite dress code. Paired with a dear friend from college who loves horse racing and fashion? We literally walk in step together. Like, hello, a chance to catch up with old classmates, grab a couple drinks, free food, horse racing… what’s there NOT to love? It’s the best night at Churchill Downs, to be honest.
**I know horse racing is a controversial topic, however I will not debate it here*
ANNNNNYYYYYYWAYY. Ladies, I think we can all agree. We look so beautiful au naturelle. HOWEVER. It is the psyche effect of having ourselves pampered; the control that we can pick our hair color, our nail color, the shape and thickness of our eyebrows, even our eye color if we want to be incognito, that really sends us to the salon. We want control. This Coronavirus has shown us that we are very much not in control as much as we would like to think so. After the dust settles, I’m sure we won’t take small luxuries like these for granted for quite some time. Honestly, I probably should see what my natural hair color looks like, so then I can justify again why I need to be BLONDE instead of BRUNETTE. Nothing against you lovely brunette ladies. It’s just a skin tone and personality thing. Brunette just clashes with both on me. Why God decided that I should resemble my pale Viking ancestors and not get their blonde hair as well is beyond me. Genetics are a curious thing.
Now I’m thinking beyond blonde. I think I want to try a fun shade of rosé pink. Why not? Life is short.
I don’t care what beliefs my followers hold. Jewish, Muslim, Christian, agnostic, anything else or whatever… I hope I made you laugh at some point and made you think outside the box for a split second. Let’s do what we can to revitalize our individual spirits, because we need to be in the best shape possible, now more than ever, to help out those around us. Both physically and spiritually.
Xoxo