One hundred twenty dollars later, I ended up with this:
And yes, I'm well aware that the Targo is way too good looking for me. (Bad lighting! Gah! Arm fat! And red-eye! But Hey! Cleavage!)
What was great about this "look" was that I had that Sarah Jessica Parker thing going on: with light hair on top and really dark caramel blonde underneath.
Fast forward three months and CRI-EYE-EYE! my hair looks muy frightening. When my hair was longer, I used to say small children and wildlife could get trapped in its big tangled mess. Now? It more resembles a warning for a bio hazard. The light brown and dark blonde underneath are duking it out. The platinum on top (which has never naturally appeared on my head) is slowly being overtaken by the rich caramel growing from the roots. I have NO freaking clue why I can't leave my hair alone. Actually I do: It's all my mom's fault. I'm pretty sure she doesn't have a clue what her natural hair color is, and I'm certain I've never seen it.
A normal (rational) person would go get this taken care of instead of blogging about it. The problem? I'm cheap. I go to the salon when the Targo is all "Um... your hair. Well... um... it's not looking its best." And then, he pays. He's good like that. Along with the cheap, I really want to quit screwing with my hair. I'm tired of freaking out over roots and the stripes I get from the highlights growing out. But it's such a change! I don't know if I should go really dark blonde, so when it grows out it will be very subtle; or, to go with a lighter blonde that will have natural color variation and a root (roots!) or two. Oh the humanity!
Until then, I may be investing in hats.
From the 2005 ALDS: White Sox putting the SMACKDOWN on the Red Sox! It was also 90 degrees that day. SWEAT!