As I've mentioned, I have a love/hate relationship with my hair. For the past 7-8 years it's mostly been a hate relationship (except for the 9 months I was pregnant with Patrick and I had FABULOUS hair). Until I got pregnant with Katie (7 years ago) I had pretty manageable, good hair. It was very straight, but very thick--very low maintenance. A flat-iron never touched my hair until about 4 years ago.
I do believe that part of the problem is that I've highlighted/colored it for several...many... A LOT of years and I think all those chemicals are taking it's toll. I've had good colors and I've had bad. It's been anywhere from light brown to platinum-ish (not true platinum, but it's been close a couple times). It seems like it's getting harder and harder to get my color to look like what it used to and what I like. Maybe I need to work on my communication with my stylist.
Needless to say, I've become super self-conscious about my hair.
One of my Katie's favorite things to do when she gets home from school is to sit at the kitchen table and color and draw. Yesterday she calls out "mommy, what color is your hair?" I asked her why and she said she was coloring a picture of me. She says "come here, I've picked out all the colors that it could be."
Here's was the line up she had prepared for me to choose from (I was deleting photos off my camera, that why it was in hand when she called me into the kitchen):
I pointed to the one which I thought was closest to it's current color--a crayon color called Goldenrod (4th crayon from the left in the photo).
After about a minute long contemplative analysis of my hair, she said "no, I think it's this one." She crayon she picked is appropriately called Tumbleweed (5th crayon from the left).
There couldn't be a more accurate word to describe the state of my hair lately. I do, indeed, feel like I have a tumbleweed on my head most days.