My nostrils were flaring after my husband let me in on his little secret.
We were discussing my desire to dye my hair brown and he quietly said that he actually preferred brunettes over blondes but “it was lucky that I had such a great personality”.
Now there’s an insult in there somewhere but I’m taking it as a win and unusually didn’t take the bite. Mr HALOM prides himself on being able to go fishing without leaving the house!
When we met I was blonde, not of the stripper-grey variety, although I’m not against it, but slightly more natural-looking than platinum!
Like this, shit how can I have changed so freaking much in 10 years. Excuse me while I go and hide in the bush and cry. Fark haven’t I let myself go?
ANYHOE, naturally my hair is a non-colour! Actually the Toxford English Dictionary describes it as ‘the most boring mix of brown, ash blonde, almost grey-like, think bland’.
A few weeks ago my son told me that he didn’t like my yellow hair, I told him it was called blonde and he laughed and kept on calling it yellow. Boo.
Thing is when you have a hair colour that’s lighter than your natural one then it’s a right royal pain in the butt. Much like a leaky bladder, regrowth is the gift that keeps on giving.
As you know I’ve turned a corner and feel that I finally have my shit together and so maybe it’s time for a lick of paint on top. That sounded ruder than it was meant to.
I was born with white hair and it’s been a variant of blonde for almost 37 years – I have never gone any darker than a few risque caramel foils. Well except for that time I dyed my hair purple but I was 16 and so that doesn’t count.
So I thought maybe it was time to try something different, but I wondered was I really plucky enough to change the one constant in my life?
I asked my gorgeous Facebook friends what they thought about this ‘mock-up’ and it was a resounding – HELL YEAH!
So I went to see my hairdresser of 7 years and we talked about how I wanted to go darker and I could tell she was itching to be able to do something other than a 1/2 head of blonde foils.
But did I have the guts to go through with it? Could I really turn my back on the colour that has defined me for nearly 40 years?
You’ll have to stay tuned until tomorrow and I will tell you ALL the gory details, including the part about when I cried…..