Back in high school, I cut all my hair off using scissors in an angsty rage to prove myself to the world - that I didn't care, that I was better than hair-care! But I regretted it immensely a couple of hours later, as the adrenaline and hormones wore off. My mom told my my hair looked liked a dog came up and bit the back of my head. I swore off cutting my hair short. A couple of years, I did it again. And regretted it again. So after I reached hippie-long mermaid curls, they were there to stay during my music festival times. BUT, third time is a charm?
This time, though, I like it, maybe love it. I was done with the dreadlocks and perpetual bedhead. Perhaps it's because I've found the perfect curling iron: the Revlon 3-barrel jumbo ceramic weaver - it's easy to use, and I get insta-waves. I'm not talented with the regular single barrel curling iron. I also went back to my Manic Panic days, but this time, with L'Oreal Ion Color Brilliance in teal - this stuff is magic if you bleach your hair enough. My friend says "Green tips is so last year" - I say: Seasons rotate. (And green hair brings out a better skin tone in me. )