Peekaboo highlights.

Yesterday, I got a new ‘do!

HA! Just kidding. This pic is from mid-cut… merely in the bleaching process of my peekaboo highlights! I’ve been wanting to do this to my hair for years. That’s right, years. It took me three years to find the perfect pair of black boots and four years to find the perfect winter coat. I only thought about this for two years before taking the plunge, so I’m getting better!

There’s only so much you can do with thick, curly hair. A lot of the hair trends (especially cuts) just won’t work. In middle school, I had to watch as the rest of my friends got perms and big bangs (who got the last laugh on that?) while I suffered through a time without ceramic flat irons. I still believe that a ceramic flat iron could’ve serious changed my adolescent life. Anyhoo, one thing I can change about my hair is the color. I love my natural brown and wasn’t about to try to fake it with something that could be seen as “real”. I wanted something punky, funky and just plain fun.

Peekaboo highlights are a great way to experiment with color because they don’t cost a lot (mine were only $25!) and you can put them wherever you want. Because I never know what kind of job opportunity might pop up, I asked my stylist, Blue Hughes, to strategically place mine somewhere that I could hide them if I needed to. Is it too cute that my stylist’s name is Blue and she put blue in my hair? I’ve actually been wanting blue since before I met Blue… just a crazy coincidence!

I always imagined it as a dark blue, but Blue came up with the amazing idea to put a shade of brighter blue down the middle. She worked her magic so they fade into each other for a cool, feathery effect. I can make one color show more than the other, highlight both, or neither (like when my in-laws visit on Sunday… I don’t think they’re ready for this).

I never thought I’d be a “blue hair” this early in life. I know it’s not for everyone, but I love it! It’s definitely not for my mom. She’s not one to voice her opinion (one of the many reasons I love her so), but her silence followed by a Marge Simpson-like grumble said enough. Hey, I had to prepare her before she sees me next week at Thanksgiving. Funny at 32 that I’m still worried about what my parents will think… but I won’t lose sleep over it:) Thanks, Blue, for an ah-MAZE-ing ‘do!

Have you ever done something drastic or daring to your hair? Did you love it or regret it?