I have been seeing the same hairdresser since I was six years old. Suzi is incredibly good, and she knows how to cut and style curly hair for the wash-and-wear crowd. (Ahem, moi.)
Last year, I asked her to bleach my hair and dye it blue. She was convinced that I would be fired from my job if I had blue hair.
"How about blonde?" She suggested.
"How about blue?" I replied.
I appreciate that she cares about keeping me employed- but in Silicon Valley, funky hair is totally ok. Really, really. I tried to assure her that it's practically *required* that one has funky hair.
Nope, she won't do it. I think she's worried about Hair Remorse. Hair Remorse is like buyer's remorse- but worse. Because it's stuck to your head. With color changes, unless your hair melts, you can over-dye. With a misguided cut, you have two choices: wait it out or wear a hat.
So I figured out a system. Have Suzi make me a blonde, and have Kaye make me Pink.
I can't wait.