Colored Hair: The Dilemma

Should I?

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Maybe not this ^ hairstyle per say, it is a bit too bold for me, but damn if I’m not super jealous when I see someone with colorful hair.

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For years I have debated whether or not I should dye my hair. As far back as 5th grade, I can recall drawing myself with a light green streak in my hair. In later years I drew myself with a full head of blue curly hair.

That was my early years: dreaming of colors and boldness and being unique, searching for my identity so that I could fit in. My second year of college, I chopped off a ton of my hair, straightened it into an asymmetrical bob that would make anime fans proud, and added a clip on blue hair extension that did not match the texture of my hair at all. I don’t know why I thought that was a good idea, but we all do dumb things when we are young.

I never got around to dying my hair for some reason. SO many friends were doing it. I wanted to jump on the bandwagon, but never did. Ah, peer pressure, you couldn’t keep up with my need for professionalism… and laziness.

I figure other reasons I never dyed my hair when I was young was because at the time of my high school years, the administration forbade unnatural hair colors, so that nixed high school. In college I was too busy with homework, working multiple jobs, and surviving various relationships; I barely had time to take care of myself let alone cared what I looked like.

At some point I was living on my own. I moved past the flurry and chaos of my first years of college, and decided to take time to focus on myself. Independence fostered, I began working at a job that paid the bills enough, and my managers at that job did not care if their employees had crazy colored hair. The desire to be bold came back.

That’s when the “mermaid” trend was introduced.

Welp, those are some of my favorite colors. So I looked into getting my hair done up like a damn turquoise fish lady.

I’m terrified of big commitments like that (which explains a lot of my life, but let’s not open that can of worms!!) I was mostly fearful of going to bright and it making my face redder than it already is. Some days are better than others, where the flush of my face isn’t so discernible.

To compromise with my fear, I thought, why not so bright, but go for a more muted or darker dye?

Perfect!

10-year-old Chelsea would be happy, adult Chelsea would be happy, colors all around!

And then I found out that no matter what, I would have to bleach my hair.

That prompted a very quick and very loud “NO!” while I smacked the chemicals out of the hair stylist’s hands. (That last part didn’t actually happen.)

So no awesome turquoise magic mermaid locks for Chell-bell.

I don’t like having long hair anyway. Too sweaty.

Years have passed since that time. I have “matured,” I guess… Well at least so far in hair care. I’m much more lax about styling my hair. I have embraced my wavy hair and prefer to not have to do a lot of maintenance. I hardly ever blow dry, never straighten, and maybe once in a while I’ll throw in some curl-boosting mousse. I don’t own a hair straightener, and have to borrow a hair dryer from my sisters if I care to blow-dry my hair; and I don’t care to blow-dry my hair.

I’m very lazy.

All this, and I still haven’t taken the plunge to dye my hair.

Despite this reality, I have made a pact to myself that when I’m old and gone silver-haired, I will become RAINBOW-HAIRED GRANNY and will be known throughout all the lands as the “eccentric” lady who uses a T-Rex grabber claw to menace and reach for soup, and frolic about the neighborhood with colorful locks on her head singing vintage Disney songs. I want to change my hair color whenever I want and I figured by that time, I’ll have a great base to do so. I’d just let my hair grow out a bit, close my eyes and pick a color at random, and tada! RAINBOW-HAIRED GRANNY. And when I want a new doo, I just shave it off to make room for a new hue.

This is a fact. It’s happening. You’ll see. In 40 to 50 years. Be on the lookout for Rainbow-Haired Granny, coming soon to your ‘hood.

In the meantime, the urge to dye my hair a crazy color still persists, with all the doubts ringing in my head as strong as ever.

Why not neutral or more natural colors though, Chelsea? Why go for color at all if you are so fearful?

Because, dear random person I made up in my head to talk to: if I’m going to dye my hair, causing unavoidable damage in the process–those chemicals fry your hair–as well as investing a lot of time and upkeep that requires special shampoos and touch-up treatments for fading and roots, then I might as well do something bold and daring to make me feel like the physical and fiscal torture was all worth it.

So I’ve found a middle-ground.

OIL SLICK HAIR

 

I’ve always wanted to go darker, maybe not black, but at least darker browns. Because I have a pink-toned face with some yellows, I know that if I go lighter, my face will look redder, which I do not like. I once stopped going to a particular hair stylist because they suggested I go blonde.

Never again. >:l

Darker sounds better because I believe that it will draw out a natural contrast with my light blue eyes. (Yes, I have really light blue eyes, go look at my About Me page for proof. That’s an untouched photo.) I’m not one to wear makeup as I have combination skin that feels like it’s drowning under a single layer of face mousse foundation, hence the desire to draw away from the days that I have a pinker face.

With oil slick hair, there is less emphasis on big areas of bright colors, so dying the hair requires less bleach. Less bleach means less damaged hair. The Tricoci University of Beauty Culture gave these pointers about oil slick hair dying, and it was definitely promising. (Be warned, their site has an automatic live chat function, I was not expecting that to pop up, but hey, it was first on the Google list and I can’t argue with credentials of beauty schools because I know nothing about them, whatevs.)

I like the idea that the base of an oil slick hair dye is the requirement for a cool brown or cool black. This will combat my warm-colored face! Also, cool colors recede while warm colors advance, that’s why reds, yellows, and oranges all pop out first in a picture, and why red cars get pulled over more often. Because we can see them. Fun fact: red is the first color we perceive after we are born, assuming the baby is not born with a diagnosis of protanomaly colorblindness.

If all else fails, I can just go for sectional hair color. The 10-year-old me from 5th grade, drawing herself with a stripe of green hair is a little more possible.

I really am going to do something, soon. Hopefully for my birthday. How often do we get to fulfill a childhood fantasy??

My First IKEA Trip

Alternate title: Chelsea looses her shit in a store over bookshelves and pokeable cabinets

 

Sooo, I’ve never been to Ikea before.

Yep. Never.

I have heard many things. Good things. And strange things.

It’s a magical place…

You’ll want to buy everything…

The journey requires a day…

You’ll get lost for hours…

Eat the meatballs…

My best friend, Daniella, took me to Ikea. She knew I was an Ikea virgin, and we have a special bond over shopping together. I make her laugh, we encourage excess spending, and root out the weird and tacky, while making jokes. We are a diabolical team, as far as shopping goes.

Some things were beautiful and amazing.

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Library goals!

I probably hung around the shelving section longer than I care to admit. Daniella dragged me away.

I discovered amazing cabinetry details. 

Yes, that’s tattoo on my finger. It’s glasses.

Poking every cabinet from there on was immensely entertaining.

Some things were… odd. 

Why was that rug corn? Why did that deer have testicles on his face? Why does Ikea sell turf?

So many questions.

Other stuff was interesting!

Pixel anything speaks to me. So do optical illusions.

I told myself not to buy things.

But I did anyway.

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That succulent is already very, very dead.

The cactus is still kicking around, and I painted the terra cotta pot to be reminiscent of Monet’s water lilies. The large box was a white and copper geometric metal lamp shade. NOOOO idea what I’m going to do with it. I don’t have anywhere to put it, so it’s been in my car trunk since the trip to Ikea.

Which was in July. 

I’m really bad about cleaning out my car.

And yet, my room is spic-and-span…?

I have weird priorities.

Daniella purchased a cute spice rack and this clearanced mobile shelf cart.

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I completely accidentally slightly intentionally creeped on this family having an argument while I was trying to document my love for this huge beveled mirror. I needed to remember the mirror’s name  with all the nonsensical letters in it so I could look it up later!

Sorry random huge family with kids chilling in the bed. Off camera the mom was rounding up more kids. Seriously, there were so many kids. Like six. That’s so many. I come from a family of four–or five, depending on technicalities. More than three is so many kids, take it from me and my experience of being the oldest of four or five kids.

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Totally not creeping.

That’s Daniella’s spice rack, which is called “BEKVÄM,” on the bed behind me. She got it so she could paint it the same color as the adorable cart, which was called “RÅSKOG.” The turquoise color is no longer available, sadness! That particular day I was having a fabulous curly hair day. I also love that sweater shirt I was wearing. That might be my favorite shirt… Insert other random comment that references this picture. I’m just being ornery now.

BTW, this is the mirror:
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It’s about six feet tall. I will own a gigantor mirror one day. Need to get my own place first.

In other news, I got me a new boo (hah! boo is a dumb word for boyfriend, haha!) and he’s adorable and sweet and wonderful, and moving to a new place.

He asked me to decorate the new place. Maybe I can stash my white and copper lamp shade there?

But what the hell am I going to do with this??!

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It’s freaking gorgeous. But I got nothing on ideas. I simply don’t remember what I was planning when I bought it, but I’m not giving up. Sooo….

PINTEREST! HELP ME!!

I’ll think of something. In the meantime, I have less than three weeks until I graduate from Texas State University, MAGNA CUM LAUDE whoo-whoo, ahhh yeeeeah!

My total focus is on school for these next few weeks, and that’s where I’ve been for the past few months. In the midst of all the papers I had to write for the semester, I completely forgot about my blog. Not that many people read it, I appreciate those who do, but let’s be honest, this blog is for me and all the ideas that take up space in my brain.

AKA I do this for fun.

And fun I shall have as soon as I graduate, December 16th! Until then, here are some Future Blog Posts (subject to change):

  • Favorite Thrift Shops of Austin Area, feat. Daniella!
  • Tulle Skirt: the DIY that took me a while
  • Artist Spotlights: Agnes Cecile, Koyamori, Claude Monet, Kris Kuksi, & more
  • Butterfly Wing Pixel Art, inspired by a butterfly book
  • Gold Patterned Magnolia Leaf Wreath
  • Turquoise spike lariat necklace
  • Tackling Clutter
  • Date Night Idea Box
  • Surprising Art Discoveries
  • Eric Carle Inspired Painting & Collage
  • Fabric Hoop Art
  • Gallery Walls, My Way… The Lazy Way
  • Shelf Styling, My Way… The Lazy Way
  • Pinspiration: Graphic Bobby Pins
  • Galaxy Tanks (not the military kind)
  • 1 Scarf Many Ways: A Satire
  • Nail Art??! REeeeaaally?! But you said you don’t do makeup tutorials!!?
  • Driftwood Bracelet Holder
  • Pinwheel Pillow
  • Sprucing Faux Flowers
  • Bleach Pen Quote Shirts
  • Pinspiration: Crystalized Cap
  • Restoring An Antique Taxidermy Peacock (if I can get it)
  • Stacked Abalone Statement Necklace

And many more ideas to come.

Balloons In Things: Fridge — Oh Happy Day!

I’m testing out the “Share” feature of WordPress. Since there are only a few blogs that allow me to simply like their page and there are so many other posts that I love and wish to share, I figured I’d see how this went! This is Oh Happy Day!’s post. It makes me smile, and OMG that red fridge is fabulous!!

Definitely check out Oh Happy Day!

Here is a new little series that indulges the things that make my heart happy! Putting balloons in things! I’ve been known to stuff them in closets and phonebooths and lots of nooks and crannies so we decided to make a blog series out of it. This week: THE FRIDGE! Surprise someone for their birthday or…

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