Color me crazy

Today I had streaks put in my hair. It's been a dream of mine for some time to have red hair.. I could have been WAY ahead of the trend if I'd followed my heart, and if my hair stylist hadn't talked me out of it that one time. So, my hair was a natural black.. not a streak in sight. I picked this great dramatic copper-red-blonde color.. and then said, "somewhere between here and there.." pointing to the copper-red-brown tone next to it..

Luckily I didn't dye my entire head, which I orginally planned to do. I wanted something obvious, like no one will see me and not realize something's different. Here's the thing, I don't care how excited or resolved you are about a new hair cut or color, there's always that moment when the stylist hands you the mirror and you look into it and your damn heart drops into your stomach. (I once got teary eyed.. years ago when I cut off like every inch of my hair. In fact, that stylist called my sister later that day to ask how I was doing. ha!) But this wasn't that bad. There were just a few minutes after she showed me the large red streaks running through my hair when I laid back in the shampoo bowl wondering, "How am I going to go to work on Monday?" "What's my mama gonna say?" (She's going on year six with hopes I'll find a relaxer for my hair.) "How the hell am I gonna rock this clown look?" "Is this super ghetto or non-conformist cool?" Then I looked at the bright side, At least I work in a creative field. Looking crazy kinda validates you.

Anywho, at the end of the session I was very happy. Once my hair was dry, the color contrast wasn't so sharp. I'm lying, but..it wasn't so alarming. And the bright side is that I'm not looking for work. Just imagine what Remy Ma's heart did when she saw her dye job for the first time...