So, where do I even start?
Maybe with the time I dyed my hair black at 2AM after a breakup and woke up looking like I cosplayed a crow with trust issues. Or the year I swore I’d go full blonde for summer… but only bleached the front strands because I chickened out halfway. (Face-framing regret? Iconic.)

Hi — I’m Jenna. I cut my own bangs once in middle school and never emotionally recovered. Since then? Hair’s been my chaos, my comfort, my coping mechanism, and — weirdly — my compass. I’ve had layers that screamed “trust me, I’m stable” and box dyes that whispered “you okay, babe?”

✨ Strandery is the blog I wish I had when I was panic-buying a hot tool I didn’t need just because some influencer used it on one curl and said “obsessed.”
It’s for the girls who scroll Pinterest at 1AM whispering “I could totally pull that off” while wearing a messy bun that hasn’t moved in three days.

This isn’t a glossy salon catalog. This is where bad decisions, humidity, and emotional damage meet hair that still slays.
If a style can’t survive your cousin’s outdoor wedding in July, or your ex liking your IG story out of nowhere, I’m not writing about it. Point blank.

💅 I’m not a hairstylist. I’m just the girl who’s tried everything once — and talked about it twice.
I know what it’s like to cry in the car after a haircut that made you look like a substitute teacher. I know what it’s like to finally get the right shade of copper and suddenly think you’re main character material.

Strandery is for the mood swings. The identity crises. The “Should I cut bangs or just call my therapist?” moments.
It’s hair — but it’s also healing, hot mess, and sometimes just holding it together with dry shampoo and a claw clip.

So if you’ve ever:

• had a salon meltdown,
• impulse-dyed your hair during Mercury retrograde,
• or cut your own split ends with kitchen scissors while watching Euphoria reruns…

Welcome. You’re not alone. You’re just one of us.

— Jenna 💘