I went for almost 2 years without a haircut.
I hate to admit it, but this isn’t all that unusual for me. When it comes to my hair, I’m not much of a girly-girl. I don’t know what to do with it, so I want it in a style that I can get by with the least amount of effort and still not have people point and scream.
I couldn’t cut my hair during 1776 – I needed the long white(ish) hair to play Ben.
I could’ve cut my hair during Always Patsy Cline, but I was dealing with a wig, and really short hair can be an issue with a wig – nothing to pin the wig to.
Shows done. Haircut got.
And I love it. I think it’s adorable, and I don’t have to do dick – wash it, comb it behind my ears and it gets just the right curl to it. Truthfully, my haircut is the Becky Jackson (Glee reference) haircut (and I love Becky’s hair).
So I have been saying that once I got my haircut I was going to dye it pink. I got L’Oreal Paris Feria Smokey (Pastel) Pink.
And I am terrified to use it.
I’ve never had a problem with L’Oreal hairdye and the Feria dyes are not usually really long lasting – they fade.
If it comes out horrible, I can just dye it another color.
I guess in my heart of hearts, I’m thinking I’m too fucking old for this.
And maybe I’m right.
But why do I suddenly give a shit?
On second thought, I got this, right?