This is Beth. Over the years my hair has varied fairly dramatically in color—browns, reddish-browns (purplish to orangish), light browns—but I’m new to the very dark. And I wonder (here with very dark dye):
How dark is very dark? At what point does brown become black? Does “brunette” include very dark, black hair?
You decide.
This is Beth. And it’s February.
1. The Do—Dark. Very dark. Inspired by famous females with shadowy tresses:
New this month: inspiration from closer to home—friend and colleague Andrea generously gave me permission to share her image:
(Pics of others I know who have very dark hair to come in future posts.)
I’ll be doing my take on a very dark do soft & wavy most of the month, if the hair cooperates.
2. Music (what was playing at the salon during the doing of the do)—Note: music plays all the time at Bang, I don’t get to pick do-appropriate songs. This time what I heard, noticed, remember: Marvin Gaye Let’s Get It On and Al Green Let’s Stay Together. Like.
3. Drink (what I sipped at the salon during the doing of the do)—Note: I do get to choose the do-appropriate drink—I bring the mixin’s and mix. This time, Black Russian, the tall/dirty variety.
Ice/Kahlua/vodka. A splash of cola makes it tall and/or dirty. Yum.
4. The Theory—Mysterious. Exotic. Stereotypes include: stormy, intense, angry.
5. Reactions—I’m pretty sure I can’t pull off exotic, we’ll see…
P.S. Title song: Led Zeppelin’s The Girl I Love She Got Long Black Wavy Hair (I do declare, yeah, she’s got long black wavy hair).
This is Beth. With a few more month-one tidbits.
Driving—I got a ticket on the way to do the first do. Speeding captured by photo radar.
Makeup— I added tinted moisturizer and eyeliner to the just-mascara look I’d been sporting since the mid-to-late ’80s. No one really noticed.
Theory—Early in the month I was presented with a book (thank you Derek and Jilly): The Roots of Desire: the Myth, Meaning, and Sexual Power of Red Hair by Marion Roach. Had planned to mine it for some good information to share before the January experiment drew to a close, but time ran out.
And, sadly, I didn’t gather much in the realm of personal anecdotes.
Changing the Locks 