Ok - here's the deal. I'm not a real redhead. I know...hard to believe, huh? I guess because I've colored my hair for so long, I didn't believe it myself. Wanna know how long I've been buddies with Ms. Clairol? Let's put it this way. I've been with Scott for 11 years and he has NEVER seen me with my natural haircolor. NEVER. Not once. I've always kept it red and now that I'm getting the stray greys, I keep it colored even more. (Although it's hard to do when you're trying to balance work, 2 kids, etc.)
This past Sunday I finally decided that I would grant Scott his wish of seeing me with brown hair. The idea of being a brunette really didn't sit with me well. I just feel like part of my identity is being the red head. Plus, my name is Ginger. It's just MEANT to be that way. But, I went with it and bought a box of brown dye and did the deed. The only thing is - the red still shows through. (Much to my surprise and yet joy!)
But, I don't know what to do with my hair at this point. I'm growing it out. I just really like long hair and it's due for a trim (which hopefully will happen this weekend!) but I'm also growing out my bangs. I figured I'd take a photo this morning of it. I'm not sure where to go next with this mop. (Did I mention that my hair is SUPER thick, too?) It needs a conditioning treatment. Maybe something else to tackle this weekend.
What do you think?
I wanted to remind Scott that just because I dyed my hair brown, it didn't mean that I would turn into Eva Longoria. Darn. I forgot to mention that. Ha!