It’s been about five years, since I’ve been to the salon. I used to go every couple of months from the time I was thirteen, until the time I was twenty-five. I stopped going back in the fall of 2011. It wasn’t for any particular reason. It just wasn’t something that I deemed as a priority anymore. Around the time I stopped going, I quit the job I had at the time by choice (It’s a long story, so there’s no need to go into details. It doesn’t matter anymore, because it was so long ago). Fast forward a couple of years and as time went on, it was easier and easier just to not go. I was happy with my hair at the time and didn’t really want a change or was able to be dead set about a new look.
Over the past couple of months, I had been wanting a change, but I wasn’t able to decide what I wanted to have done, until about a month ago. I can be a pretty impulsive person. Once I get an idea in my head or find something new to love, I’m usually gung-ho about it and become obsessed with it for a few weeks or months, and then I’m just meh about it or over it completely (Obviously, there are a lot of exceptions, like the fact, I’ve played piano for 25 years – proof, I’ve stuck with something).
I wanted a more modern, chic, and updated hairstyle rather than the boring hair that I had. I was tired of my hair, because it was very one-dimensional. My hair was incredibly blah, hence me wanting a new look. Read More