It's only now that I'm finally feeling it. Maturity.
The humid 90s (can't get to Copenhagen soon enough–high of 67? So Oregon-style
soothing) made me realize that I've finally made it. From no air, to boxy removable
air to central air. An apartment with real A/C is the pinnacle of adulthood
(add in the washer and dryer and it's too much to contemplate, oh, and I'm
running both the A/C and the dryer at the same time this very second, heat blasting out of the bedroom and cool air being wasted in the living room, which is
not only environmentally unfriendly, it's going to bite me in the ass when my
electricity bill shows up). No more sweating, no more hauling in and out of
windows when it warms up and finding a place for storage during the winter. You
can struggle and stress forever trying to reach a certain level of correctness
and comfort, but it's hard to recognize when you've got it.
Speaking of maturity, or the lack of it, or looking
old before your time maybe, I've been obsessed with unnaturally silver hair,
like these examples. I'd hemmed and hawed and eventually decided I was going to
go for it, rather than waiting for my hair to slowly morph from salt and pepper.
Except that my hair, particularly on the ends, was a bit too dye-stained for it
to lighten enough (my roots went pale blonde no problem) even with professional
help. The idea is that I'll go back sometime in the near-ish (this is a pricey
endeavor so I'm not in a huge rush) future for bleaching round two. My forties
will be silver-blonde. I'm ready to establish a new look, set a different tone.
So, for now I'm salmon-y, shrimpy,
strawberry-blond-ish with pink tones. It's a little bright, not totally
outrageous, but probably a tad too youthful. Luckily, I don't have to be back
in the office until June 12 so I can figure out what to do with it. I will
likely tone it down somehow. Normally I wouldn't care about how professional or
not my hair is, but an unexpected work situation just arose, one with potential
opportunity, if I feel like going that direction. (I definitely could use more money to pay for these hair experiments and excessive electricity usage.) Salmon hair isn't that
Day 2, giving it more thought. I lightened my
eyebrows a few shades and filled them in with a medium brown rather than my
usual dark brown-black. The effect is less severe, but also maybe a bit washed
out? Also, my skin is sweaty and splotchy, despite said air conditioning (it
doesn't reach into the bathroom). I think my Crest white strips might be
working, at least.
Day 3, getting used to it.
Copenhagen, tomorrow. I may have ruined my chances
with hot eligible Danish men. Everything I hear about the Nordic countries, is
that being brunette can be an advantage because blondes are so prevalent. Hmm…but no worries, because as an experiement I loaded this new photo on OkCupid to test responses, and predictably got a message immediately from someone with "bro" in their username (normally, barely anyone interacts whatsoever). Men prefer lighter hair. No shit.