I've spent the better part of my life blending into the crowd. I'm not much of a risk-taker when it comes to fashion or beauty. I don't wear makeup. I don't read fashion magazines. Most of my wardrobe includes pieces that are 5+ years old.
However, since I've started blogging, a part of me has emerged that is daring and wants to take a walk on the wild side every now and then. Try new things. Expand my horizons.
For months now, my IRL buddy Shannon & I have been talking about walking in Rhea's footsteps and trying something new with our hair. And so, the night before Thanksgiving, we got a wild hair (no pun intended) and headed to the salon.
Here's me before (and without any alcohol, miraculously)
Here I am sitting under the dryer pondering if I've just made an enormous error by telling the teenage stylist to "just do something bold"
And Shannon shows me her Daniel Craig impression
Shannon told her teenage stylist to take a little of the top. Apparently, "little" is a relative term to these people.
And so, after 2 hours in the salon, we emerged as new and daring bloggers. I looked like a zebra with brown and blonde stripes and Shannon had a shorter "do" with a few strategically placed red streaks. We have arrived.
Here's a close up of my new hair. The most interesting thing about it is that every morning, I wake up with a new set of colors on my head. This has been more of an adventure than even I expected. Note to self: Next time I decide to take on a new and daring hairstyle, spend the money and go to the very experienced stylist who demands more direction than "do what you want".