makeover my hair.

i went to the salon last night, intending to get my roots touched up (they were so long i wanted to yak every time they'd stare me down in the mirror).

then i asked my very trusted stylist of 8+ years, if she could do whatever she wanted with it, what would she do?

blonde ombre.

a blonde what? ombre who? so we googled it (thankful for technology at our finger tips!), and pulled up these images:

cute cute cute! it's two toned, dark on top and fading into a lighter color. and since i had a good 2-3 inches of roots it sorta made me a perfect candidate.

i had a mini flashback the the previous weekend, when my hubs suggested i just grow it out. and in a very prissy/whiny way i declared i would NOT have nasty growout hair with 4+ inch (dark)roots and platinum tips. no way no how.

i seriously had a good laugh at myself for the hindsight.

i let my stylist work her magic with the preface: "i trust you, but i can't promise i'm going to love it." in case my initial reaction (if not ecstatic) would hurt her feeling, cause she is super awesome and talented and i didn't want that scenario to happen.

but it sorta did (minus the hurt feelings). i glimpse my wet hair, it's sooo dark! i'm impatiently waiting my blow dry, hoping it will lighten up more than i know it actually will.

then the blow dry.

i hate it. initially. totally and absolutely.

but she knows me so well... i hate my hair the first few days no matter what is done to it (even the hubs made this point to me via phone, he knows me so well too!).

if i like it, i keep it, if i don't, she'll lighten it up next week.

i go home. i avoid the mirrors. i wake up hoping it'll be cuter? but it's just a dark tangled mess from restless sleep.

shower! blow dry! hair product! ratting (a must)! curls!

oh? what's this? my hair is looking... sexy!

and just like that i'm in love.

hubs: DANG! You look hot momma!

tanya (stylist): Holy crap u look hot!!!!! loves it!!!!

my hair got a make over. finally.

shake it out.

this song resonates with me. the lyrics, the conviction. i'm not in a place where this song defines me, but i have been, i most certainly have been. it's beautiful, it's dark, it's the inner struggle... "looking for heaven, found the devil in me".

SHAKE IT OUT

Regrets collect like old friends
Here to relive your darkest moments
I can see no way, I can see no way
And all of the ghouls come out to play
And every demon wants his pound of flesh
But I like to keep some things to myself
I like to keep my issues drawn
It's always darkest before the dawn

And I've been a fool and I've been blind
I can never leave the past behind
I can see no way, I can see no way
I'm always dragging that horse around
And our love is pastured such a mournful sound
Tonight I'm gonna bury that horse in the ground
So I like to keep my issues drawn
But it's always darkest before the dawn

Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaaah
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh woah

I am done with my graceless heart
So tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart
Cause I like to keep my issues drawn
It's always darkest before the dawn

Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh woah
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back so shake him off

And given half the chance would I take any of it back
It's a fine romance but its left me so undone
It's always darkest before the dawn

Oh woah, oh woah...

And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't
So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road
And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope
It's a shot in the dark and right at my throat
Cause looking for heaven, found the devil in me
Looking for heaven, found the devil in me
Well what the hell I'm gonna let it happen to me

Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh woah

Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh woah