About Jenna Blake

🌸 Jenna Blake

So… where do you even start when hair feels like half your personality? ✨ For me, maybe it was the night I dyed it jet black at 2AM after a breakup and woke up looking like a crow with commitment issues. Or the summer I swore I’d go full blonde… but only bleached the front strands before I bailed halfway. (Face-framing regret? Iconic.) 💕

Hi, I’m Jenna. I cut my own bangs in middle school and never fully recovered. Since then, hair has been my chaos and my comfort, my coping mechanism and my little compass. Every questionable dye job, every tragic layer, every late-night impulse trim has told a story about where I was in life—even when I wasn’t ready to say it out loud.

✨ Strandery is the blog I wish existed back when I panic-bought a curling wand at midnight just because an influencer made one curl look magical. It’s for the girls scrolling Pinterest at 1AM with a messy bun that hasn’t moved in three days, whispering “I could totally pull that off” while knowing tomorrow’s alarm is in six hours.

This isn’t a glossy salon catalog. It’s where humidity, heartbreak, and heat damage crash into styles that still somehow work. If a hairstyle can’t survive your best friend’s outdoor wedding in July—or your ex suddenly liking your story—I’m not wasting your time writing about it.

💅 I’m not a hairstylist. I’m just the girl who’s tried everything once and talked about it twice. I know the sting of walking out of a salon looking like a substitute teacher. I also know the high of finally landing the perfect copper and suddenly thinking you deserve theme music when you walk down the street.

Some days my hair feels like a crown. Other days, it’s a villain subplot I didn’t ask for. I’ve cried over curls that collapsed before prom and laughed at bangs that made me look like I lost a dare. And honestly? Those disasters turned into my favorite stories. 💫

Strandery is for the mood swings, the late-night spirals, the claw-clip emergencies. It’s for the “Do I cut bangs or just call my therapist?” moments. It’s not about perfect waves or curated feeds—it’s about holding it together with dry shampoo, a bobby pin that barely works, and a sense of humor.

So if you’ve ever:

• had a salon meltdown,
• impulse-dyed your hair during Mercury retrograde,
• or trimmed your split ends with kitchen scissors while bingeing Euphoria…

Pull up a chair. 💕 You’re in the right place. Stick around, share your own chaos, and let’s figure this hair-life thing out together.