Yesterday, I finally did something that I have been wanting to do for a long time.
I’ve scrolled through Pinterest for many hours, favoriting purple-haired pins left and right. I went through so many iterations of what I wanted: Did I want purple hair? Another color? No. Of course I want purple. And yet, I only dreamt of being so cool – so edgy – that I could walk confidently into my salon and request lavender locks.
Sohrab chuckled at me when I said I felt like the edgy version of myself, now that I’ve gone and done it. Brightly colored hair is more “normal” than ever, but taking the plunge into the unnatural felt like a big step for me. This is me, normally:
I started growing my hair out from a pixie cut four years ago when Sohrab proposed. As much as I liked having short hair, I quickly realized that I wanted to have long hair for the wedding. Since we were engaged for two years, I had plenty of time to be successful, and I was very pleased with the result. So pleased, in fact, that I kind of just… kept growing it out.
So now, here I am, pulling my hair into a high ponytail that grazes my neck at the gym, desperately needing a refresher and a trim. I last cut and colored – erm, highlighted – my hair in October 2016 for my sister’s wedding. *cough* Clearly, I was overdue for a salon visit. Life lined up and presented the perfect opportunity to dive in and discover my “edgy” self.
Guys. I did it. I finally did it. It’s a bit darker than I anticipated, but I’ve fallen in love with it. Not to mention it will fade into a lovely lavender. I am triumphant. My true self is showing. Hello, purple hair.
PS – Shout out to my everyday hair inspiration: Mana Drake. If you don’t follow her on Instagram, you’re missing out on some candy-colored goodness.
PSS – Sorry for the Prince pun. Rane is my middle name, and after being called that a couple times in the past 24 hours, I couldn’t resist.
