With a new look:
Funky hair and hair colors are nothing new to me. I have had almost every color, natural and otherwise. I've been a bright blond, burgundy red, near black and every combination in between. I've had bright blue and hot pink streaks. I've rocked a faux hawk, cut my own hair, and usually worn it in a short pixie or a grown-out version. When we moved here 4 years ago I had 2-3" panels of blond in my naturally dark hair. So I like having fun with my hair.
I have very conservative values, but my style is a little more edgy. The problem is, I don't usually feel like my exterior accurately reflects how I feel. Now before you think I'm talking like a teenager, yearning to find expression in rebellious manifestations like piercing and tattoos, consider this: everyone has a style. Everyone tries to express themselves in the way they present themselves to the world, whether it be through clothing, accessories, shoes, hair, or home decor. Everyone has a style they feels represents them and makes them comfortable, whether or not they show that to the world. If you doubt this is the case, imagine that you couldn't wear your own clothing. Imagine if I, or your mother, or your neighbor, or the frumpy person who sits behind you in church got to pick out your clothes. And do your hair and makeup. I'd bet that you would not feel entirely comfortable in that style. It may be a paper bag-shaped house dress, or thigh-high boots, or Birkenstocks. Chances are, one or more of those things makes you cringe. So what difference does it make if my manifestation is in my hair color or my style of dress?
It's not like I emblazoned an enormous tattoo across my chest, proclaiming my allegiance to the Dark Lord.
(Which was plan B if I didn't do the hair color.)
I totally get that most people might not feel comfortable doing this to their hair and some think it looks downright stupid, however, there shouldn't be a judgement of character attached to it. Having bright red hair does not make me any less mature, any less committed to motherhood, or the gospel. It just makes me feel good. It's fun. A harmless, temporary, and reversible bit of fun that has no ramifications or effect on my spirit or my person.
So can't a girl have bit of fun?
I've opened up a poll on my sidebar so that you may answer anonymously. I'm really curious. I like it regardless, but I'd like to get a good idea for what people think. go ahead, give me what you've got. Even if you never comment, consider casting your vote.
And next time, very shortly, I will attempt to explain my one month absence from blogging. But first, let's get this hair thing out of the way.