It’s Like Way, Exestential*

Tuesday morning I dyed my hair.  There’s nothing particularly new in this.  It’s something I’ve done several times, thousands? hundreds?  Probably not. Dozens?  A dozen maybe.  It’s been probably four years though.

I even did a color that I’ve done multiple times.  I didn’t think looked very good. Too brassy, not natural, just… bleh. (And it’s not that I had a problem with the fact that it didn’t look natural, as you’ll see in a minute, it’s just that it didn’t look unnatural enough, you know?  I mean if you dye your hair pink or green or blue then it doesn’t look natural but that’s the point but if you dye it sort of a brassy red then it doesn’t look natural but it looks close enough that you could just be one of those women who don’t know that their hair doesn’t look natural and that my friends, is not a good look.)

I used to love this color, it used to look good.  (Well, I used to think that it looked good.  Those of you who were around four+ years ago and saw it and disagree can go ahead and keep your mouths shut and your opinions to yourselves.)

Anyway, between the not looking very good (despite the assurances that “no, it looks really good” and “it’s cute, I like it”  that I got from my coworkers) and the just general boredom, I thought about just shaving it all off, something I’ve thought about for years, I’ve just never had the guts to do it.  And I even had one person agree with me that I should. (Actually he told me that I should keep it long because I’m married and men like long hair so I should keep it long for my husband.  I told him that Sean didn’t really get a vote.  He thought that was pretty cold until I mentioned that I preferred Sean’s hair short and then showed him a picture of my loving husband, at which point he said “bic it”.)

But I didn’t.

Instead I just bleached half of it.

I’m wondering if I’m hitting some kind of existential midlife crisis (actually, I don’t really know what existential means but sometimes I just like to throw it out there) (and there’s the possibility that it’s not my midlife but well, bother me not with details ok?)  The point is that I’ve always gone with more or less natural hair colors, styles, whatever.  And now, not so much.

Now I’m like some kind of blond, redhead, funky, punk, goth chick.  Well, ok, no, not really.  But the hair’s a little crazy.

For a mormon mother of 4 anyway.

*50 points to the first person to get the movie quote.