Change

As with every single female I know, including those I don't know on sitcoms and famous what-have-you's, everytime something major happens to cause the lady in question to spiral into depression, they go for a haircut.

I had this 'radical' idea of wanting a change in my hair style and colour.
I need a change.

I want a colour so radical, I will not be able to recognize myself in the mirror (No I do not mean Lime Greens, Shocking Pink, Scary Mary Ash Blondes and such). I just want something not so sedate. I want a full colour and highlights.

Maybe a change in hairstyle and colour is a woman's way of accepting to herself that things are going to be different now. Maybe we are chameleons, ever changing and adapting to the environment. Whatever...

I will have to run to two different salons to get it done. The inexpensive colour stylist seems to always favour me with a cut that makes me bloom like a friggin mushroom (Big poofy top and lean stem) but his colour contrast and technique is cool. The snipping stylist in another salon is friggin expensive but at the very least, he listens when I tell him "NO MUSHROOM". His colour skills though, leaves me wondering if the $260 I spent on colour alone, is for invisible dye.

Maybe a change will do me good. Maybe this is me finally accepting what has been the truth for weeks. Maybe I can forget the dull throbbing ache in my chest by shocking myself in the mirror. Riiiight... off we go! Tally Ho!

Post Note: I have just had a snip. Hmmm... Don't see much difference sides being neater. Maybe I shd do a fro to see a drastic change?