The last time I had my hair dyed, it was a deep shade of brown. So deep that only a handful of people knew I had anything done. And it was only perceptible under the sun. Now I find myself suddenly drawn to the exact opposite: am contemplating having my locks bleached and dyed something very light. Platinum blonde, a shade or gray, or perhaps even silver.
Of course I am not a model like Noma Han and it may be utter foolishness to even think about it.
No jawline, cheekbones, or arched eyebrows for the total effect.
No plan to have my ears pierced just to wear black ear pieces to match my black eyebrows, which I do not want to touch.
Again I am thinking too much about something that should really just be done on impulse.
But here I go, nonetheless. I may not be able to wear black earrings (plugs?), but I can wear a black headband, to be matched with a black-and-white wardrobe. Won't that be spiffy? An actual uniform! Of course the style is also important. That's why I'm growing my hair out a bit. Enough time for me to decide.
In the meantime, here is an editorial with Noma, just to give an idea what kind of clothes go with the hair color.
This time, I can no longer delay buying a pair of shades.
More white tees and shirts, black jeans and trousers. The advantage of being a platinum blonde is that the slightly yellow color goes well with denim.
Or skin! Haha, in tanks of course. Tattoos? Hmmm… One step at a time…
I know there is a possibility that I may instantly regret losing my black hair, which I think goes with everything. Subtle and unobtrusive.
But then again, I have always been crazy. In a not wholly understandable way.
More to come very very soon...