Parenting and family, served with a shot of vodka
I don’t even remember what color my hair was when I met my husband 15 years ago.
Maybe blonde with chestnut lowlights. Maybe chocolate with a layer of blonde underneath. Reddish? I honestly have no idea.
Thing is, my husband doesn’t remember either. And that brings me to reason #374 that I love him to the moon and back: He goes with my ever-changin’ flow.
Over the years, I’ve switched my hair color more times than I can possibly remember. I’ll go blonde for a year, chocolate brown for another, dark blonde — pretty much any color that is deemed acceptable in a professional work environment has been atop my noggin at some point.
Why not? Variety is the spice of life. But, I always loved seeing people with funky colors in their hair, too. Since I no longer work for The Man, I decided to branch out a little.
After a few sessions of adding purple layers under my blonde, I finally decided to say screw it about a month ago and do my whole head various shades of plum and violet.
And, I love it. It’s been a fun change, and it looks different all the time depending on the lighting. I think I’m going to keep this color for a while.
The cool thing is my hubs is totally on board whenever I change my hair. I didn’t even realize how awesome that was at first. But over the years, I’d do a drastic hair change and other women would say, “Your husband let you do that? He doesn’t care? My boyfriend/husband/SO would KILL me if I changed my hair.”
While I bit my tongue, I always thought “LET me? It’s my hair.” I simply cannot imagine being in a relationship where my partner told me (or strongly suggested) what I should or shouldn’t do with my hair.
Don’t get me wrong. I value my husband’s opinion on absolutely everything. He’s my best friend. But I can’t imagine being with a person who felt the need to direct my hair style or color. That would not work for me. At all.
So thank you, beloved husband, for is encouraging and supportive no matter what I want to do — in life, in work, in the salon, and otherwise. I love you.
And thank you to my hair stylist, Laurel, for making my visions come to life.
Life is short — enjoy yourself!
(And for the record, blondes don’t always have more fun.)