Hair Did

So Alyssa and I got our hair cut/colored at a student salon in Philly about 2 weeks ago. I almost never go to the salon because I don't like explaining why there are spots that are so thin - or empty. But something needed to be done about the big orange mess I called my hair. It was time to chop some off. Not a lot, but seriously... it was out of control.

So the two students assigned to me took almost 2 hours to get the dye in - I picked a nice coppery red. They had to use two different developers because my roots were so long and were a much different color than the dyed hair. I'd decided the night before that I was going to make a massive decision that would change my life forever: BANGS.

That's right, you read correctly. Bangs.

Bangs are kind of a big deal to me. The first time I ever pulled out my hair, way back in the third grade, I pulled out my bangs. and since then I've done away with them. Sworn them off. But who was I kidding? I needed bangs. Getting them, however, meant that the hat was going to be out for a long time. Maybe even for good. I couldn't hide under it forever anyway, so I might as well get it over with, right?

The students washed away the dye, revealing a weirdly toned coppery tone at the top of my head and a darker red/purple color for the rest. As weird as it might sound, I LOVE IT. Sure, it was an accident for them, but hey - what do I care? It's just hair Then it came time to have my hair cut.

I went with a layered style and side-bangs. And when a third student began separating my hair, she didn't question why it was so thin in the back. She picked up a big chunk and said, "Look, it looks like you have a lot of breakage," and pointed her scissors at the thin spot in the centre. I looked right back at her in the mirror and said, "Yeah, that happens alot," and didn't say another word about it.

I was pretty much terrified the entire time because I thought someone was going to question me, because that's what usually happens. Usually it's, "did you know you have a big bald spot back here?" or "Hey, what happened to your hair over here?" from the stylist. And I know they're not trying to be mean, they're honestly just curious and interested because hair is their entire business. But I always feel so attacked and so offended. This time was quick, though, with no explanation needed. I just agreed with something I knew wasn't true.

Anyway, getting in and out of the salon was a 4-hour process and it ended up being awesome. My hair... not to toot my own horn or anything... looks fabulous and I've been hat-less for two whole weeks. That's a big deal to me!

But with good things also come a few bad things. I've been unable to resist the urge to pull the short, newly-grown hair at the top of my head. And without a hat, it's even more tempting. I'm going to make another attempt a cold turkey, even if it's just for a week.

I'm going on tour next week with HKPOE! for our Zombie Apocalypse Survival Weekend, with Hey Stranger and Nix 86. It's going to be a whole lot of fun, but I am NOT looking forward to being stuck in that damn van with all those boys. Or those two other girls that I don't really know that well. Thank goodness that I will be able to sit in the back with my fab new keytar under my fingers, and Lady Gaga in my headphones.

Looking forward to it. Love you all.