When life gets utterly dreary, sometimes it lead us to do the drastic. The unthinkable. The I’ve-never-done-this-before kinds. The I-didn’t-think-you-were-the-sort kinds.
Sometimes it happens on a whim. Sometimes just to shake things up a bit. Sometimes because we all need a change. Sometimes its just downright essential. Sometimes irrational. Sometimes impulsive. Sometimes because it just makes sense.
For me it was all of the above.
The utterly dreary and monotonous weekdays that have come my way needed some colour. Some life. Some change. So I acted on a whim, to shake things up a little, for a change, and because I so desperately need some irrational, impulsive decisions to be acted upon. And because it seemed like the best way to spend my otherwise dull Sunday evening. It just made sense, there, in that moment. When the Monday morning blues were creeping in on me 12 hours too early.
And with that, I’ve said goodbye to years of ultra voluminous, pouffy, unmanageable, always tied up hair. And said hello to perky bright, hasslefree, wash and wear hair.
Who’d have thought that a little blue could actually be so cheery?