December 29, 2006

Geez, it's not Barbie hair. Shoo!

You know, one thing that really burns my biscuits is when people assume that my hair is made of some kind of synthetic material that is five seconds from compustion. I was clicking through my various attempts at self-portraiture several minutes ago and found this picture from a set I took early in the year.

In this group of pictures one can get the closest idea of what my actual hair color is. The red sweater sort of brings it out. It's kind of a dark tortoise shell color and pattern. It annoys the shit out of me when people (hair stylists in particular) ask me what number dye I use. This is the color it sprouts, folks. Who in the world would want color this uneven? If I could dye it and have it still look natural, I'd consider it. My last experiment in hair dye was an absolute failure, by the way, and no - no pictures exist of me from that time period. Sorry, but Rum Raisin wasn't a good month for me, nor were the few months I dyed black over blond to try to get brown.

Equally distressing is when people grab a handful of my hair to test the texture only to announce, "Oh, it's soft." Of course it is. You can't have this much hair and have it be hard...that would just be uncivilized of Mother Nature.

I think it's amusing when women try to emulate my hair and ask me what sort of products I use to "make it do that." It just does, as does my momma's. Squirt a dollop of thick conditioner in it in the shower each morning and let it pouf on will. Sometimes I'll just make up a regimen to advise people on that includes products I'd never put in my head.

I'm mean like that.

Posted by Tiffany at December 29, 2006 06:57 PM | TrackBack
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