Hey you! Last week, just after posting my Weekend Coffee Share blog post on the death of Prince, I finally went to the hair dresser and get my hair did. And yes, just as I announced in my first Weekend Coffee Share post, I cut my hair short. I even had the dramatic gesture of cutting of a braid with three big snip, snip, snips. Sadly enough it was just too short to donate it to some hair charity. (But thanks for the idea though, Sparkyjen!)
You won’t believe how relieved I was when it had been cut off. Although it may be about 2 inches shorter than I initially wanted, I was so happy to feel like the real me again. I was so happy, I even scheduled for another session for dying my hair.
As a mom, color treatment is normally a luxury I don’t allow myself. Coloring means seeing my colorist every 6 weeks, spending 100 euros a time for trimming my hair and reapplying roots. No can’t do. But as it is my birthday next week, I decided I could indulge myself. And if I’m truly honest: a necessary splurge as well. Those grey strands are nowundoubtedly
protruding my tresses and it matches very badly with my forever-young-look I like to hold on to.
It’s funny how a 3 hour session at the colorists ends up in a totally natural look like I had nothing done to my hair. But if you want to know: my roots are dyed in the color they should have (so minus the grey) and then the midsections are colored in a metallic brown with a purple rose hue. My highlights are a medium chocolate red. Who would have thought, huh? *sips from coffee*
I wrote this post to a recurring prompt by Part-time Monster called Weekend Coffee Share. Each weekend, bloggers publish posts about what they’d say to their readers if they were sitting down together over a cup of coffee. Most posts start with ‘If we were having coffee’, although I’ve chosen to just write a personal, direct post.