Dye Hard

I'm dying my hair this week. Because a change is always good. Except when it's bad. But hair change is always good. Except when it's bad. I'll keep you posted.

Some sort of dark red, I think.

I'm trying to keep the length I've got going on lately. Even though I feel like short hair is more stylish in general, I like the variety that long hair affords. New color will hopefully keep me excited enough to fight the urge to chop everything off. I might cut bangs again, though. Because the bangs I was growing out have finally gotten long enough to not be a nuisance anymore and I apparently hate myself.

Trevor's little brother got married on Saturday, and my new sister-in-law-in-law (I believe that's the correct title) is a hair stylist, so she will be assisting me. (Side note: check out some of the wedding documentation on Kenna's blog; which I mostly share because as a main planner/implementer of this short-notice wedding, I'm rather proud of what we got put together).

I feel like I should be blogging about more important things than hair, but then again, hair is probably more interesting to most people than me blabbing on about the existential crisis that is my life, etc. Not to mention much easier to put up a quick post about.