Breaking up with Peg Bundy.

I like changing my hair.

I have been just about every shade and length of hair there is to be.

When I was younger, a radical change in hair for me was an instantly visible declaration of “BOYFRIEND PAIN!!!!!!”. Yeah, it’s totally cliche but there was always something empowering and helpful about radically changing my hair when I was  borken* or broken hearted** over a guy.

Once I got older and the whole “changing my hair after sobbing, wailing and gnashing my teeth over humans of the penis-wielding kind that eviscerated my heart and soul” was no longer(ish) an issue for me, I used changing my hair for myriad reasons–everything from fun to having one thing that I could control when it seemed like I had little to none everywhere else.

I’ve been red for a long time.  I always liked to think I was channeling my inner Irish/Scottish/Peg Bundy.

I was a freaking GREAT redhead. (You know, in my HUMBLE opinion. Heh.)

I know this sounds weird, but being a redhead has meant a lot to me.

I’ve loved it.

It made me different and special.

I stood out a bit more in a crowd with a flaming, fiery crown.

It was FUN for me.

Especially the last few months.

I got to mix in a little Ariel with my Married With Children look.

I honestly thought I would some shade of red for a very long time.

But things change.

Sometimes suddenly.

Lots of stuff has gone down lately and change is necessary. Anything that makes me feel good is welcome right now and if that comes from an external force, then cool.  Because sometimes those are the things and tools you have to work with and everything is a bit out of your control, you know?

I have been blessed to have lots of things that make me feel lovely make their way to me. Example?  I went to my mailbox I got a package from my sweet friend, Lisa Leonard. It was this necklace (as seen below) made with her own two hands. I have thought and pondered and WANTED IT for months. And voila…it was there.

And it was new and lovely and shiny and wearing it makes me feel so pretty.

(And really, OH, how it does.)

And something about it just inspired me to get more of that feeling.

So, I went to my fabulous stylist, Loetta Farley, and told her to change it yesterday.

She is a FABULOUS stylist, no?

So, it’s been grand, Peg Bundy, but it’s time to let you go.

It’s not you, it’s me.

(SNORT.)

Anyway…I think I’ve seen the last of being a redhead.

At least for the foreseeable future.

I think being a brunette suits me.

So, what do you think of the new color?

(Yeah. I’m asking.)

:)

*Borken hearted is a mild form of sadness over a dude. Nothing that a few good cries and several vats of Ben & Jerry and changing my hair a shade or two in variation and maybe some short layers on top wouldn’t fix.

**Being BROKEN hearted is a much more serious matter, of course. Let’s just say that being broken hearted usually meant standing in my bathroom at 2am and deciding to start hacking my hair off. It might have been responsible for that horrible Sliding Doors blonde pixie cut I got that one time.

(For the record? I should never, ever, EVER be blonde. EVER. I would post a picture me in a blond pixie-cut but I think it might cause retina bleeding and I care about your eyesight, I really do. )

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