Good afternoon, Thursday.
So recently I was thinking about going blonde (again). Meaning, thinking about it again, not doing it again.
I have short hair now and thought a blonde crop would be a good look for me. Apparently it's not, because inevitably, every colorist says no when I ask. I wonder why I can't be a blonde. Am I too cerebral? Too dark? Too whatever? I don't know, but nobody will take me to a blonde place. The woman who is coloring my hair as we speak said that blonde would not be my friend, would not be "special", and would not suit my vibe. Ok then. I'm not blonde obsessed mind you, more blonde curious.
I've even researched what color blonde I could be, and pulled a million pictures of everyone from Linda to Stella to a million other blondies.
I have no idea why I'd even want to be blonde, anyway. I'm hardly the type but can't help but wonder if the old blondes having more fun thing is true. For now I'm headed back to auburn town for Fall. It's my default and it works for me but I'll always wonder about life as a blonde. I fantasize about that Michelle Williams platinum vibe entirely too much. But alas, not for me. I have to defer to the experts on this one.
So you blondes out there- I feel you. I just can't be in your club. And if you're having more fun, I don't want to know about it. I'm going more Emma. Maybe I can be blonde when I'm longer in the tooth. Who knows...
Cause that's what's up this nonblonde Thursday in the 212. Yours, in reddish brown. XO