Let's have a quick look into my hair past:
For the first time in my life I'm not blond. I've finally dyed my hair for the first time.
I know this may not seem like such a big deal, but it kind of is for me.
Because the most "radical" thing I've done with my hair before this is like:
|Wearing an extension for 3-4 times in high school (but not AT school).|
|Getting an asymmetrical haircut.|
And the most "notable" thing about my hair has probably been how it looks in the morning:
|At least my roommate gets a laugh out of it.|
So maybe in this light, dyeing my hair so dark seems at least a bit more radical?
The truth is, as a child, I wanted black hair for as long as I can remember. (I know, the grass is always greener...) But, no one around me was supportive of that idea. As a child, I didn't have guts to dye it anyway. I was way too concerned about what other people thought was appropriate.
When I was 12, my mom let me try one black stripe. We dyed it at home, and, of course it turned out purple, not black. (I think my mom knew my hair was too light for that dye, but didn't tell me so I would believe I couldn't dye my hair black...) And then, the next day I went to school my friend actually screamed when she saw me. "What have you done to your beautiful blond hair?!?"
I had just convinced myself that the purple stripe was kind of neat, so that didn't encourage me much. The colour faded away in a week.
Eventually I figured out it wouldn't turn out purple if I went to a hair dresser, so I started asking people what they would say if I dyed my hair black. Basically everyone rejected the idea right away and said I would look like a ghost.
The truth is, they were probably right. I was always the palest person wherever I went, and my noexistent eyebrows and facial features probably wouldn't have helped.
So, after a while I was convinced I could never have black hair and learned to appreaciate what nature had given me THE END.
Well, I didn't really have anything against blond hair in the first place, but I guess I did eventually learn to love it better than I did as a child. And it definitely feels better now that I didn't dye my hair because I hated my natural colour. I dyed it because I just felt like doing it.
Sometime ago, a year-ish, I think, my roommate (who is also naturally blond) and I started talking about dyeing our hair, because we both were kind of fed up with this "good girl" label that people so often put on blond girls. (At least in Finland, where it's a common colour.)
She'd been interested in trying out red hair for some time, and so we started talking about it more. At first it was: "IF I dyed my hair, it would be dark/red. "Then it became: "Someday, I'll dye my hair dark/red." So, then we finally decided we were going to do it. Because when exactly is "someday"?
The thing is, I'm not exactly as pale anymore as I was as a child. I'm still pale, but I no longer look anemic.
And I draw my eyebrows on now, so my face has a lot more expression on it than back then.
I still figured black was too intense, but I came up with a nice compromise. I dyed my hair dark brown, only two shades away from black.
It looks black on me, doesn't it?
So my friend also has now red hair. Very deep burgundy. It looks amazing. Apparently this kind of change is rare enough that we were the event of the day at the salon!
Even the customers came to compliment our new styles.
And no one said I look like a ghost.
Everyone said I look like Snow White.
Happy New Year everyone. I guess this is part of my celebration.