Sartorial Interlude: In Which I Chase "My Little Pony" Ambitions

So. After several months of agonizing over the "should I"/"shouldn't I" of dying my hair shiny, vibrant, intergalactic colors, I finally returned to my (nearly 10 years ago) roots of having truly prismatic hair. In my heyday (and by that, I mean my early teen years*), I was known for sporting brightly colored hair, and to the behest of Jeremy Scott, Prabal Gurung, Mandy Coon, and approximately a zillion other taste-makers, I've succumbed to the powers of bleach, with a mixture of ombré panels and lush, royal blues and purples.

After much deliberation, and names like Sequinette, Sparklina, and Shimmer thrown on the table, it was decided, as per Jenn's recommendation, that my "My Little Pony" name would be Paillette (in her words, a "Special Edition Parisian Pony"), an homage to those shiny little plastic discs that I love so much. My S.O. insists my tresses are more "beta fish" than magical pony, but whatever, I love it. I even feel like I'm channeling a little Lisa Frank... I'm just waiting for the right moment for a unicorn or golden retriever puppy or tiger to pop out of the Trapper Keeper that is my hair.

*P.S. I wish I had pictures of the many, many colors my hair has been: hot pink, violet, turquoise, fire-engine red, even dip-dyed hair long before it was socially acceptable, especially at my Jewish High School. I guess, for a middle/high-school student, it was my trademark, landing me a "What would happen if Nicolette didn't dye her hair?" superlative in my 10th grade yearbook.

P.P.S. Today is March 1st. You may remember that I proclaimed February to be "No Shopping Month." No? Yes? Anyways, I succeeded.

Photos by Austin Manning
Dye Job by Marissa at Pimps & Pin-Ups | 101 Stanton Street | New York, NY