I’m a 31 year old woman and I have no idea what my natural hair color is. It’s actually a pretty common occurrence. A girl turns, oh say 13, and she wants her mousy hair to look like the blonde model in Seventeen Magazine. I mean, would it be too much to ask for the inner model to shine through? That was my argument at least.
Before you get any bright ideas (or snarky comments), no I did not think coloring my hair would turn me into a teen model. I did think it would get me some attention from the boys, and that was all the reason I needed. What I didn’t know was that it would take 15 years and 37 hair color changes to find the right boy – but that’s another story all together.
Back-story aside, it has now come to my attention exactly what my natural hair color is – and people, it’s not good. Before leaving for this trip, I colored my hair from blonde to brown. The new color was close to what I thought my natural color would be. When you live out of a backpack for a year, vanity isn’t top on the priority list and worrying about keeping up with my blonde hair seemed unnecessary. So it’s been 6 months of au natural hair growth and well, if Revlon had to name a hair dye after me it’s a safe bet it would be called Dirty Dishwater.
I think I’ll start shopping around the salons in town to suss out the cost of a good color. But, ssssh! Don’t tell Martin. He’s still sporting his huge Mexican mustache based partly on my argument that vanity doesn’t apply on this trip.
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