I got the blues

I do this really stupid thing. Well, it's a thing I think a lot of women do, which doesn't make it less stupid, it just means I'm not alone in it.

What is it?

I give myself an age limit on things to like.

I'm too old for that. That skirt is too short for someone my age. Does this look like I'm just trying to be a teenager? This time, it was about my hair.

I always love rainbow colored hair. Loves it in junior high. Love it now. But I let myself be convinced that it's not for me anymore. I have to be professional at work. I don't wanna look like the granny with accidental purple hair. My mom and sis think it's weird. I don't want the commitment of bleaching my dark locks first. I don't want to look like that weirdo working at Wendy's...

Sigh.

I've been talking myself out of it for sooo long. And then I sit there with an annoying longing everytime a girl with mermaid tendrils passes by. I have a hair crush.

So this week I just stopped fussing. Well, a little anyway. I grabbed a bottle of 3 wash hair dye that shows up on dark hair. Unlike hair chalk or the old school hair mascara, I was able to scrunch and curl my hair like normal. Oh, because I also don't want to commit to having straight hair. That's a lot of work.

The result? One day of fun. I really liked it. I'll do it again. It didn't give me special attention or weird looks, but I felt fun. It didn't last for multiple washings like the box suggested so I might even go for a semi-permanent style.

I'm off the the beauty store! Because what's summer break for if not behaving slightly irresponsibly?