So I was in my room, eating breakfast and checking my tumblr (it's part of my routine in the morning. Eat cereal while checking tumblr). And my mom is in the hall (and my door is closed by they way) and starts talking to me through the door.
Mom: Hey Marcy?
Me: Yeah?
Mom: Wanna highlight your hair?
Me: ...say what?
Mom: I was highlighting my hair and I have extra stuff.
Me: uh... okay?
Mom: C'mon let's highlight it.
Me: ... Are you sure?
Mom: Yeah, c'mon.
Now, you have to understand, this is a pretty big deal. It may not seem like one but it is haha. First off, I've never EVER dyed my hair before. I like the color too much. There have actually been a few days I've thought of dying it because it got really dark, but when I whenever I get close to really thinking about doing it, my hair does something awesome haha. And secondly, I'm not all that attached to my hair. I mean... you have to be pretty detached to your hair if you start hacking it yourself with no experience and no real care for the end result, like I've been doing for... 4 years. (wow I hadn't realized I've been doing it for that long... oh my gosh... I'm a sophmore in college O.O ) Anywho. But my mom on the other hand, she is suprisingly defensive about my hair. When I started cutting it, she was kind enough to let me do it, (acutally, I'm kinda surprised she let me continue doing it), but she'd always complain after I said I did it. But it got to a point where I actually (in mine and other's opinions) got pretty good at it and I'd wait for her to compliment my hair until I said I'd cut it again (my logic is flawless c; ) And as for dying my hair, whenever its brought up she'd say she'd never let me dye her hair (okay, not those words exactly) because she didn't want to lose my color. If there is one thing I've always liked about myself, it's my hair color. Let's be honest, I got pretty much every color in there and I'm still blonde: it is kinda cool. But either way, me and mom haven't been real satisfied with how dark my hair has been getting. So I guess that's part of the reason my mom wanted to highlight my hair.
But my mom... she's not a real spur of the moment kind of person.
You know how I've been dying to get my mom up to Idiho with my grandma so I can just have a break. Well she got back two days ago, and we've been getting along... really well actually. Not to say we butt heads before but I've actually been enjoying her company. And then she wants to do my hair. Not to mention after I washed it I went outside to show her (because my hair was still wet and it was super blonde) while she was blow drying her hair (she was blow drying it outside because we're going through a heat wave and we've been trying to keep it cool in the house) and she wanted to see it dry so she just started blow drying it for me. It felt really nice haha. So I guess she needed a vacation as much as I did. Hopefully this lasts.
Wow. Tangent.
Either way. This is a big deal.
It didn't come out the way my mom wanted to but she likes the way it looks (she's even planned on how we should do it next time). I really like it. I wish I had a larger chunk on my bangs, but I really do think it looks good. It's a little edgy but still subtle and not obnoxious. Just the way I like it c:
Here are some pictures (you saw two of them before, but I'm putting them up here anyway)
I need to cut my bangsssss
So not the best quality pictures. But I think the last one shows off how it really looks the best.
But yeah... that's that (one of my silly life milestones, so I figured I'd talk about it haha)
Either way, I think I'm going to write some stupid stories because apparently my fingers really want to type. Dang. I didn't not mean to type so much.
oh well c:
DFTBA
~ Marcy Elaine (if it wasn't obvious)
P.S. My dad just complimented my hair for the second time c:
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