Hair Do: Father Knows Best

When I first saw it, this image of Michelle Williams literally took my breath away.  And while I was trying to catch it again, it got me thinking that the ability to pick and choose the color of our hair may just be the best accessory of all when it comes to this hairdo thing.  I've said it before (and I'll probably say it again and again and again) that I have had some fun with it on my coif in the past: blue blacks, reddish oranges, strawberry blondes ... but never, NEVER have I felt more beautiful or most like myself than when I had the silvery, platinum, white hot hue. 

In fact, I was talking about it the other day with my dad when we saw some platinum pretty on the tv screen and he said, "You know, that haircolor was the best you've ever looked.  Really.  It was just ... you."  I smiled, brushed it off, but quickly realized something: I couldn't agree more.  So even if I'm enduring this strand-suffering, growing-out phase o' mine, it doesn't mean I can't have some fun with color along the way (as soon as I gather up enough pennies to pay for it, right?).  Guess it's true.  I should just give in and admit it.  Father really does know best.

Photo Source: Marie Claire

P.S. Check out this video and then try to tell me how I'm not supposed to kill two (hair) birds with one stone by chopping it off and dousing it in platinum.  Go on, tell me.  This is total tresses torture, people.  TORTURE.  Not gonna cut it ... NOT gonna cut it ...  AARRRGGGHH!!!