In a recent email to my hairdresser…
I think I want to go blond again. Must be the relatively recent reappearance of the sun. Any thoughts or objections to this? God I’m so torn. Cause I know I’ll miss the red. Why does life have to be so damn hard?
Did I ever tell you all that I minored in Philospophy? It shows, doesn’t it?
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I’m just jealous you can email your hairdresser. That would make life so much easier.
there’s always strawberry blonde….
I know! Isn’t that the best ever? (Or as Asha would say “evah” she’s got one of the thickest Boston accents you’ve ever heard.)
Surprising as it might sound, strawberry blond has never really looked quite right on me.
I suggest… tiger stripes!
Which is why my hair is not often swayed by the Democratic process…
Yes, we can have stripes; yes, we can!
Hmm… I think I’m going to have to pull a Hillary and point out your lack of hair-experience card. Based on your record, I just don’t think your message is the one the nation can really roll with.
Well, I would cry now, but we know how that goes…
Being partial to red hair and all, and having also, at one time, been in that same quandary, I opted for blond highlights… (pant pant, was that a long enough sentence?) At one point, and I really liked this, my hairdresser died the top of my hair a light red and the underneath a nice dark auburn. I’d just pull my hair up when I wanted to have a darker look. You might try that with blond and red.
Sorry, I’m like a dude sometimes… you want to vent and philosophize, I just want to fix it for you.