If Only It Was Just Hair

A women's relationship with her hair is the weirdest. Some women pay little to no attention to their hair at all {these are usually the women with the most enviable hair, because they don't need to do anything to it}, while others see it as an avenue through which to make some big, dramatic statement. Just had a breakup? Change your hair color. Starting a new job? Get a new cut. I've never done anything too crazy, though my mother might disagree, I'd just go from blonde, to brunette, back to blonde, then brunette again, only to try and become as blonde as possible before a trip to my father's homeland, Sweden. Can you blame me? I'm half Swedish and wasn't blessed with the naturally baby blonde locks almost everyone has over there. I haven't had my hair cut shorter than my collarbones since middle school, but have otherwise varied length wise between there and halfway down my chest. I've done straight across bangs, side swept bangs, long bangs. I started to feel like there were different sides of me trying to come out anytime I was having boy troubles or was leaving for college or just felt out of control and needed to take charge via my hair. I finally said enough. I wanted "me" hair, hair that becomes a person's signature, that can have little tweaks done to it, like when Lauren Conrad added pink streaks to hers, but continues to be you.

 Ha, okay, even I have to laugh while reading that paragraph because it's just a little crazy how I deep I was getting. It's just hair. But I'm actually not alone on this. One of my favorite blogs, The Man Repeller, has a post by Mattie Kahn about the decision whether or not to get highlights. The inner and outer debate {she talks of it nonstop with anyone who will listen, something I'm definitely guilty of} hits close to home for a lot of women and her notorious indecision is scarily similar to my own. I spent a lot of high school and most of college not deciding. I'm still not deciding. Especially now, I'm at a time in my life where I have the ability to choose almost any path, which should be liberating, but instead feels overwhelming. I just don't want to miss out on anything, ya know? If I make a decision, I feel like all the other options go out the window.

The cycle has got to stop and that journey has begun with my hair. The upkeep for Swedish blonde hair {think almost white} is impossible unless you're a model or an actress. It's expensive and actually didn't look that good on me. I just wanted it to, so bad. With the knowledge that I'll soon be paying to get my hair done myself, I began toying with the idea of loving my natural hair color. When that didn't completely take, I looked at my options. This was just when ombré started to become huge. Okay, I thought, here is a way for me to not have to get my roots done constantly, but still liven up my dirty blonde hair. But I hated the dip dyed versions I was seeing. Well, hate may be a strong word, they were fun, I just wanted something that looked natural, that seemed to be that way because of the sun or something. Then I saw this picture, the picture I will always remember as the picture that changed everything.

Because of the recent craze, we know this now as ombré, but it doesn't scream it. I had found what I was looking for. I have an unhealthy relationship with my hairstylist, so I immediately began texting and Facebook messaging her pictures and descriptions/instructions. She informed me that to achieve this without the dip dyed look, we'd have to let my highlights grow out, and then when this happened apply more highlights and lowlights in a staggered effect, to eliminate the straight line that happens when your roots start showing. I spent a lot of time with my hair in a bun. I went out even less than I normally do. I refer to this time as the Dark Ages. When this process was FINALLY complete people at my job said they nearly didn't recognize me with my hair down. Either did I. I really, really loved it. It was me with a kick. 

For a long time I ignored the fact that the ends of my hair become straggly and unhealthy when it gets too long, and just reveled in the fact that it was long. I've decided to leave these delusions of Danie aside, and implement part two of my "me" hair. Now that I know the color, I need the haircut, but most specifically, the right length. I love a middle part, long layers, and blunt ends. But I need it shorter because though I have a lot of hair, it is very thin, and having it shorter would give it the volume I crave. And obviously, the disappearance of the rat tail ends. Those really need to go. But how short do I go? I don't know if I could ever have hair that is even considered short in the first place. Maybe short/medium? Medium? Medium/long? Is there really any difference between these options?


While uploading these other photos I've noticed that Elizabeth Olsen's haircut is also the length I'm considering. And it has come to my attention that I automatically associate shorter hair with it being easier and less time consuming to curl. Here's hoping. My hairspiration and these images come from my favorite bloggers/style icons, Gal Meets Glam/Julia EngelTuula Vintage/Jessica Stein, and Olivia Palermo

My appointment is Thursday, so I guess we'll have to see how bold I will be (aka how short I will go).


  1. love the idea :)well good luck... I'm one of those who is afraid of touching my hair, because I fear making it even worse -.-

  2. Thank you, it turned out great thankfully! And I feel as long as you keep it subtle, it can't go too wrong that you can't fix it, so have fun!


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