June 15, 2010
In case you missed the prequel - I posted an urgent dilemma on facebook the other night.
"I've discovered an awful truth: I'm too old for electric-blue hair, and too young for grey-blue hair. What to do?"
Many viable suggestions came back at me. Lots of sage advice. Warnings that pink is now out of style but burgundy would do. Green mowhawks, red, purple highlights. All very good ideas. More than a few thought to mention powder blue. I actually found the notion of a baby blue bob quite appealing.
I responded to my 14 self-appointed (with provocation) internet fashionistas with another post:
"Ladies - you're all so lovely and creative! I have a 9:30 appt Saturday @ Salon Meridian. If I make there on time after driving into and through MIS race weekend traffic without pulling my hair out, chances are good that it will not end up being a respectable mid-40's drab color. In honor of the upcoming Traverse City Wine Tasting Weekend, a "Merlot" color might be quite complimentary. However, you just never know. "Grape" may win. :-)
Let me tell you - my stylist is amazing. Although "stylist" is such a thin word for her talent. Not only does she consistently remodel my thinning hair to look fuller, but she also is a color genius. She snipped me into an even shorter version of my usual cropped pixie, perfect for summer non-fussing. Then, we started talking shades. After a few minutes of non-atypical indecision on my part, my miracle maven met my eyes in the mirror.
“You know,” she titled her head. “I think this color suits you.”
“You know,” I tilted my head. “I kinda like it, too.”
“This is a custom color,” she emphasized. “You can’t get this from a bottle.”
I nodded slightly, and with a throat clearing nervous little giggle laughed at my own inner chipper voice slinging off someone else’s words: “It’s a pip of a color!”
The name of this remarkable one-of-a-kind pip-color? “New Natural”.
You’re all completely at a loss right now trying to come up with a mental picture of exactly what that color might be, right? Natural, of course, is not a conducive descriptive when it comes to the roots of my hair, the roots of which are a mystery to most.
I was born with the lightest possible honey blonde wisps that required taped bows and dresses for many years so that I would not be mistaken for a boy. Somewhere along the way, my hair thickened and developed into a fine chocolate brown curtain – stubbornly stick straight when curls and big hair were the popular style.
Somewhere else along the way (it’s hard to tell when since Ms. Clairol and I have been such good friends for so long), my mysterious true-color cap has trended into a tortoise shell auburn that strangely compliments my eye shade. Perhaps I should clarify that the interesting variegated color of my hair more than exactly matches the color of my eyes - as they are now. Again, in a progressional fashion – widely bright blue for a few years, deeply ebony brown for a bunch of years, now dark wheat sprinkled with flecks of gold and burgundy, encircled by contrasting - but complimentary - come-lately mossy-green rims.
So, “natural” it is, and probably will remain.
Naturally highlighted with a few adorably placed natural sparklers, due to my naturally (but very slowly in proportion to reality) progressional age.
Although, truth be told, I second–thought the situation and snapped up a multi-use sample of electric blue spike gel… just in case I feel the need to be recognized by family and friends.
Posted by jaselin at June 15, 2010 07:55 AM