Posh It Up

I recently decided it was time for a hair makeover. No longer constrained by a tight budget, I kicked my bi-annual hair appointments to the curb, and opted for a higher maintanance look.

What started as a desire for a little change turned into a slippery slope of a new identity.

I wanted a little refresher before leaving for Germany. Unfortunately, my work schedule and hair dresser's schedule didn't line up in time.

As a favor, I asked my friend Megan, who's trimmed a strand or two in her time, to step in. I gave her free reign on my tresses (if that's not trust in a friend, I don't know what is), requesting only that I could still pull it back if needed.

Her DIY success, combined with the inspiration of another friend whose hair color changes more frequently than her outfits, gave me the courage I needed to invest in a bottle of wash out red dye.

My safety net was reminding myself that if it turned out pink or bright orange,
I would be out of the country for the next 10 days
and wouldn't have to face anyone I knew other than Matt.

 

Admittedly, it's been YEARS since I have successfully dyed my own hair. My efforts have been a series of misfortune that result in a panicked emergency trip to the hair dresser.

The hair gods must have found favor with me on this particular night.

Not only did the red hair turn out, but I actually kind of liked it!

Upon my return from the Germany trip, I booked a hair appointment to polish and tone the color professionally, and thought, "why not just chop my hair off while I'm at it?"

Now that my hair has entered itself into the witness protection program, I've feel as though my entire look needs a new identity. Less Texas meets casual LA -

More City Chic NYC. I'm aspiring to find my inner Victoria Beckham. She's in there somewhere.