Some of you might remember that in the first week of 2015, I brought home a box of dark, vibrant blue hair dye and made my curls blue! And no, I never considered just dyeing ends or sections: Dye is such a drastic change, I decided to go all in if was doing it at all. Plus it seemed easier. 😄
Even though rinsing the dye out was a bit traumatic (I did it the worst possible way by standing in the shower, turning the entire tub and shower walls blue) the result was incredible. Gone were my dirty brown-blonde curls and in their place were dark deep blue curls. Since I skipped bleaching my hair, it didn’t look a harsh neon but kept a rather natural look–if that is possible with blue. 😄 And my hair has been blue all year!
I’ve loved having blue hair. It made me–the artistic, free-spirited, take a chance, me–really happy! Plus I got compliments in stores and while jumping on the city bus and in Costco–people were constantly saying, “I don’t generally care for hair dye, but yours looks really good!” I felt so awesome. 😄
In many ways, hair is a large part of a woman’s identity. We often cut it after something life-changing or traumatic happens; we do our best to take care of it; and we like to represent ourselves by how it looks (unless we have no clue as to how make it do anything, which can be one of most mortifying feelings ever. I know from experience.)
I chopped it short two years ago after years of keeping it long. It was therapeutic to me emotionally in so many ways. I’d hated my curls most of my teen years because they were nearly impossible to take care of at that length. I always keep my hair short now, like a bob, and I love it. It makes me feel so cute and confident!
Well, my hair still grows, so I’ve had to trim the ends to keep it short, so my hair has slowly been transitioning back to brown because of it. It is October and just the ends have blue. I still get compliments though, nearly more so than earlier in the year! The brown and blue mixture is easy to pull off since my head is already a messy crop of wavy curls, so I’m lucky.
While I like seeing my brown hair back, I also miss the blue; the unnatural, the uniqueness, the unconventional, the pop. I never thought I would love my hair so much when it was blue.
I’d often thought beforehand, “oh, I couldn’t dye my hair, that’s what punks do, people I know will think I’m out of control.” But I think actually dyeing my hair did away with the worry. My neighbors were surprised by the hair change, but I was still the neighbor girl who waters your plants when you go out-of-town and walk your dogs.
Really that’s such a funny stereotype about hair dye–that it means someone has gone out of control. Often times it just means you’re wearing more of you on your sleeve as an artistic or spontaneous person! I’ve found having blue hair has almost made me more accessible as a person because mere strangers now want to say they like it and it can act like an ice breaker, which is kinda cool!
So, this has been the year of blue hair and I don’t regret it one bit. My hair will probably be completely brown again by Christmas, and I’ll have to decide if I want to dye it again…and what color. Because purple sounds really cool too. 😄