My brother is a blond. Ever since I was about three, when my hair went from soft light blonde to dark brown, I've been jealous of his blond locks. That is until I was a junior in high school and took matters into my own hands. Screw you bland, boring, banal brown- I'm going blond! And ever since then I have not seen my natural color (don't look at my roots!). In college I went slightly more red, always resourceful-doing it myself with the at-home bottle, until this year where magic happened and I got a fantastic hook up at the John Barrett salon. Yeah, you know, that one on the top of Bergdorf's? Dhalinks, its fabulous.
I cannot usually afford that bizznas, but the fates smiled upon my head.
And I love being a red head, I loved being a blond. I've never felt nostalgic for my dreary old locks.
Except I have fallen in love with soft soft light pink. And I can't get it out my head. That is until I get it on my head.
My inspiration you might wondering to yourself!?
I recently re-watched Sophia Coppola's Marie Antoinette, and there is a scene when Kirsten Dunst is running around with pink hair, and I remembered how much I loved that hair the first time I saw it.
And then I found this photo today- omg that is me, except not yet. Its future me. Aren't I just beeyoutiful? Isn't my hair just fantastic? Future me is going to own those sunglasses and shoes also. Obvi.
I don't think my hair guy will let me do it, but I really want it, even if it ends us destroying my hair. Then I can get one of those cute boy cuts that I've been flirting with. Lets face it I'm too emotionally attached to my hair to chop it off yet. But pink...mmmmm.