|Not even RiRi can pull off the Betty White look.|
I had friends in high school whose moms were totally on board with their bleached blonde highlights, or jet black dye jobs. These were The Pretty Friends. The ones whose eyeliner never smudged, whose braces came off before mine, and whose hair never kinked up in the stifling Arkansas humidity. Ten years later, they're still gorgeous. I hate them a little bit.
My mom colored her hair for years, but warned me against it. "If you ever start, you won't be able to stop." (Interestingly, this bit wisdom is exactly what one of my closest -and now heart-breakingly deceased- guy friends told me about pre-marial sex.)
There was one disastrous occasion when the mother of my Beauty Pagaent Friend firmly placed a cap on my head and started pulling "just a few pieces. To frame your face. To highlight it a bit. And... hand me those tweezers. Your eyebrows are ridiculous." Thus began my first lesson in plucking and coloring.
I stuck with the tweezing (mostly... though now I let my hairdresser do the waxing for me), but not so much the highlights. Turns out my light brown hair didn't take well to that color- and orange didn't look as good on me as it does on Kathy Griffin.
Lately I'm thinking of reversing my position on aging gracefully. My long-held anti-upkeep regimen is starting to show. The Girl poked at my scalp a few weeks ago and asked why one of my hairs was shiny. Shiny and silver.
I recently read a precious YA book, Anna and the French Kiss whose author and main character both have unique do's. Stephanie Perkins has cute, curly hair that is sometimes green, sometimes blue. Her titular Anna has brown hair with a manufactured shock of white.
After I finished the French Kiss, I had a brilliant idea: Purple highlights.
|Not this drastic, from fashionmefabulous.com, |
but, um, nice flowers there, gal.
I've been toying with the idea of putting purple highlights in the underside my hair for months now. I have a friend who, after years of jobs that required a strict wardrobe and appearance, became a momma and highlighted her blonde hair with a shocking pink- and loved it. I am not so bold, but I think some color would be fun. I just haven't worked up the guts yet.
|See? Subtle. From gasolinealleysalon.com, wherever that is.|
Anything would be better than more gray-hair counting.
Also hair related: My fantastic giveaway with The Rep!! Two tickets to the Mom & Me matinee of Hairspray are still up for grabs. My sweet friends Alison and Sarabeth are giving away tickets, too!