Jess To Kill

Fashion. Food. Funny. Alliteration.
While I still can’t get on board with this #worldcup nonsense, it is a good excuse to dye my hair patriotic colors. #usausausa

While I still can’t get on board with this #worldcup nonsense, it is a good excuse to dye my hair patriotic colors. #usausausa

Channeling St. Vincent today. #birthinreverse

Channeling St. Vincent today. #birthinreverse

Cop Out
I have not forsaken thee, blog!
Anyone who knows me or possesses eyesight knows I’m *obsessed* with color. There is no limit to this love affair. Clothes? Obvs. Makeup? Of course. Food & drink? Bring on the sour gummy worms and blue Hawaiians.
So it should come as a surprise to exactly no one that I felt the need to change up the hair hue. As much as I desperately wanted to do this:

I decided the obligations of appearing professional, coupled with my ever increasing age would not allow it (these 2 factors are already pretty forgiving when you factor in my existing facial piercing).
So my stylist Geoff and I came up with a compromise: copper. He was nervous to pull the trigger on anything so dramatic, so we actually had to highlight it twice in 2 sessions; the first time it blended too much with my natural color. By the time he’d finished the second run, not only were his nerves calmed, he was already plotting to add more rouge to my ‘do the next time around.
The verdict? I’m enjoying it as a healthy blend of edgy and acceptable. The feedback I’ve gotten from others reflects this: half the people I see have raved about this new color addition; the other half don’t even notice it’s there. Or maybe they’re just too afraid to tell me they hate it. I do look pretty badass now.

Cop Out

I have not forsaken thee, blog!

Anyone who knows me or possesses eyesight knows I’m *obsessed* with color. There is no limit to this love affair. Clothes? Obvs. Makeup? Of course. Food & drink? Bring on the sour gummy worms and blue Hawaiians.

So it should come as a surprise to exactly no one that I felt the need to change up the hair hue. As much as I desperately wanted to do this:

I decided the obligations of appearing professional, coupled with my ever increasing age would not allow it (these 2 factors are already pretty forgiving when you factor in my existing facial piercing).

So my stylist Geoff and I came up with a compromise: copper. He was nervous to pull the trigger on anything so dramatic, so we actually had to highlight it twice in 2 sessions; the first time it blended too much with my natural color. By the time he’d finished the second run, not only were his nerves calmed, he was already plotting to add more rouge to my ‘do the next time around.

The verdict? I’m enjoying it as a healthy blend of edgy and acceptable. The feedback I’ve gotten from others reflects this: half the people I see have raved about this new color addition; the other half don’t even notice it’s there. Or maybe they’re just too afraid to tell me they hate it. I do look pretty badass now.

I brought 18 of these into the office this morning. At noon, there are still 12. 
Much like the discovery of ambergris, this treasure goes unappreciated. Only instead of whale bile, it’s fried fat and sugar.

I brought 18 of these into the office this morning. At noon, there are still 12.
Much like the discovery of ambergris, this treasure goes unappreciated. Only instead of whale bile, it’s fried fat and sugar.