I woke up today having serious second thoughts about this whole Let’s Go Blond plan. After I looked at all the photos I took yesterday while I was out in the yard, I realized my hair looks pretty damn good right now, and it’s quite healthy. There’s something about long hair that makes you rethink everything you do to it about a million times. Back when I always kept it chin-length, even if it turned out icky or got unhealthy, it was only a few months before I could go in and have it cut a little shorter than usual and it would be back to normal. I’ve been working on getting my hair this long for over two years now. While admittedly mostly all I did was ignore it and not walk into a salon and let anyone cut it stupidly, I’ve grown a little attached to having long and healthy hair. I’d seriously hate to screw it up now. I just bought a whole bunch of cool hair clips that would be useless on short hair, and I have been totally digging all the cool things I can do with my hair now that it’s long. Yeah, getting very attached to it.

So I think I am going to just put a lighter rinse in to give it a little spark again (my usual brand and my usual color) and wait until I can go to a salon to get it done blond (and can be sure I can afford to let them do the upkeep as well). I’m just not going to be comfortable doing it myself. I have so much baby fine hair, and last night I had nightmares about not getting the stuff on quick enough and thoroughly enough and having freakish splotchy hair. Unlike the dyes I normally use, you can’t just redo the whole head to fix that with bleaching. You’d have to be careful and know what you are doing … meaning if I screw up, I’d end up having to pay someone to fix it. Maybe best to wait to go blond until I am really, REALLY sick of my hair. Besides, summer is coming, and my hair bleaches naturally in sunlight. With a little lemon juice on my head, I could probably have bright blondish red hair by summer’s end just doing it that way … and my hair would have no chance of being fried. Lemons are far less harmful than peroxide.

So now my plan is to get two boxes of the same dye I have used for ages, and maybe I’ll go to a salon and actually let them cut it into some style later this week (it’s getting a wee bit wild and unruly). Lin really wanted to see me as a blond. Well, I’d like to see him without a beer belly … so I guess we’ll both just have to live with the disappointment of not getting what we want.

Now that my major hair crisis seems to have come to a reasonable conclusion, I think I’ll go pester Lin to drive me to Sears (I want to spend the rest of my gift card) and maybe the art supply store (still looking for decent card stock and canvases). Maybe I can even convince him we need to eat out somewhere for a late lunch. I’m starving!