Hair!
This has been a traumatic hair year for me. After 7 years of dying my hair black, I decided it was time to go back to something resembling my normal hair color, brown. I loved my hair. It was about 8 inches past my shoulders. It was just on the verge of getting seriously long, you know? I know your not supposed to love something like your hair but it was one of the traits I have always liked about myself so any change to it was going to take some test of faith (I am agnostic by the way).
While on holiday in Colorado on a whim I went to a local hair salon to have the color lifted from my hair. I spent the next 6 hours with my butt glued to the beautician’s chair. I think I read nearly every hair trend magazine in the shop. I was there so long I started to hallucinate that I worked there calling each of the stylists by their first name. I left the salon minus 5 inches of hair and a dry, frizzy orange mess. My hair was so dry and brittle I had to have another 4 inches taken off just 4 weeks later. Needless to say it’s been a nightmare getting my hair back to good condition
