In the last year I've gone from this--
Quite a change for me, my friends. There were a few colors in between. Some carefully placed caramel highlights. A not so carefully applied home dye job (which I highly do not recommend!) Finally, I got the courage to do what I've been wanting to do for the last 10 years--become a brunette. Why did it take me so long? Why did I allow a hair color to define who I was for almost 20 years? (Yep, I started coloring my hair at eight. =)
The truth? I AM a blonde. A dirty dishwater blonde. A color that seems to work well on so many other women. But not me. When I was a child, well, I looked like this--
And I think I've spent the last decade and a half of my life trying to somehow find a way back to that hair color. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on your perspective,) that hair color doesn't exist in a bottle, it only exists in my memory and in my parents' photo albums. So I decided to lovingly leave it there and try something new. I'm not sure if the new venture has been successful. And honestly, I don't really care. I am simply happy that I moved out of my comfort zone and evolved.