1. the quality of an object or substance with respect to light reflected by the object, usually determined visually by measurement of hue, saturation, and brightness of the reflected light; saturation or chroma; hue.
2. the natural appearance of the skin, especially of the face; complexion: She has a lovely color.
3. a ruddy complexion: The wind and sun had given color to the sailor’s face.
After being a blonde for most of my life I am now sporting a beautiful head of black hair. It is also much shorter than it used to be. Why do you ask have I done this?
Well first it started with the birth of my children. They were amazingly born with red hair. My husband had brown hair and based on the color of my roots when they grew in I assumed that my hair was probably a light brown or at the least a dirty blonde. Dying your hair since you were 10 with either sun in, or whatever you could find that would lighten it up can give you cause to pause and reflect when someone asks what your actual natural color is.
After hearing the question, “Where does your daughter get her red hair?” about a hundred times and after seeing that my husband thought it was less than amusing when I said “The UPS guy” I decided to dye my hair to match hers. This new strawberry blonde color I was sporting lasted for a long time. Then after baby #3 I decided I wanted to try to cosplay as Lara Croft to Akon. Well we missed Akon, but I dyed my almost 10 iches of length hair a wonderful dark brown. And while I thought I would hate it, it turned out that this new color really looked great on me. So I decided to keep it. In fact, a couple weeks later I just went ahead and went all the way black. It is what I have it now. Though I am in current contemplation on what some blue highlights might look like. That is another post I am sure.
Now while there are lots of things that I still can post to bring you up to speed on my life in its current state I will leave you with the comment that my estranged spouse said about my hair and the transitions that it made over the almost 14 years we were together. It is amazing what people associate with change. Just see for yourself:
Blonde haired wife: I loved my blonde haired wife. She was great. Loving and kind.
Red haired wife: She’s okay. She gives me less attention now that we have kids. Not as good as blonde wife.
Black haired wife: She’s a bitch.
Why does my hair color matter? Not sure. Maybe it represents a transition in my life where each color is an example of how something around that time changed. I do say this. Blonde wife for him is dead. She died and she is really never coming back. Here are my personal definitions of my hair color change:
Blonde haired wife: Doormat, says yes to everything (yes I mean EVERYTHING) always does what she is told.
Red haired wife: Has more responsibilities with taking care of offspring, can’t always say yes now, can’t seem to please the husband.
Black haired wife: Stong, independent woman. Mother, Daughter and friend. Still here to help but knows when to say no, and when to say yes.
These definitions are I am sure up for debate for anyone who knows me or the afore mentioned estranged spouse. But for now I am happy to finally after 14 years feel like I can be happy to be me.