Hair One Day, Gone the Next

I have always been a chameleon with my hair. Ever since I first bought my bottle of Sun In and bleached it to a bright orange as a young tween. I treated my hair like another accessory. Like Jewelry. I had fun mixing it up. Short, not so short. Red, black, natural. Bob, pixie... 

But don't take my word for it. Here's some head shots from the last four years.

Box dye brown

No dye bed head

Shaved off post brain surgery head
(I did it myself)

Sweet henna head

Wonder Woman black, longer (for me) hair

Irish red hair

Up, down, head scarf, hair clips. I loved to play around with my hair. 

I haven't colored my hair in over a year now. I miss it sometimes. Just the fun of changing things up if I want. But I don't miss the mess, cost or smell. I also don't think I could do it now.

The way my muscle disease works for me, reaching over my head while sitting or standing is the hardest thing I can do. So shampooing, blow drying, all of those motions cause me a lot of pain. My arms fatigue very fast.

I wanted to grow my hair out again, but the styling involved with long hair has just become impossible for me. I can shampoo and do a quick blow dry, but that's it. Forget all the products and cute styling. Flat irons, curling irons, hair clips, bobby pins. It's all out for me. 

Instead of all those distractions I'm trying to embrace what's important in life. To stay focused on the things that really matter. My hair does not matter. As my husband says, "You're beautiful and sexy no matter what!" Having it short and natural saves me loads of energy, which is the most important thing.

Inner Pixie

Hair battle

I have always had a battle with my hair. Even before I had any kind of illness. It has been every color of the rainbow (at least once.) Mostly I keep it pretty short or in a bob. It's very fine, straight and thin. I feel this limits me to what kind of style I can have. And don't even get me started on how many curly home perms I've had in my life.

When I turned 40 I was curious what color my hair actually was and I stopped coloring it... for a while that is. Then I would go back to dark brown or black, then grow it out again, then repeat this step over and over.

Then I had the brain tumor and no more color for me. Or so I thought. About a year later I tried organic henna and liked it. I've always been partial to red hair. So that was it! I was going to henna my hair every month or so and grow it out.

Orrrrr am I?

Honestly I kindove miss my natural hair color. And having a short pixie. It's so easy to care for (which is a really big deal to me right now) and I like the look. When I see a mature woman with a short pixie I think it's cute.

Here's what I'm sure of. I will never "box" or salon dye my hair ever again. I won't subject myself to chemicals. I like to play with my hair. It's a fun accessory that makes me happy. But I can't swear off changing it often or going back and forth on the henna or my natural color.

Post hair chop today