I had no idea I was so vain until I had my hair dyed brown and I hated it.
I’ll cut an extremely long story short and will give you a run down on the incident in beloved bullet point format. I love bullet points, they really pack a punch.
- Friday 11am went to my hairdresser of 7 years and told her I wanted to dye my hair brown. I had 3 coffees, 2 chocolate mints and a great scalp massage.
- When the colour was revealed I hated it almost instantly and knew it wouldn’t grow on me. It wasn’t the fact I was no longer blonde, it was the colour I disliked, almost auburn.
- Don’t get your knickers in a knot if you have auburn hair, I didn’t say I hated you, I said I hated the colour on me.
Exhibit A – A text message I sent to my sister after I got home but before I sat in my office and cried ridiculous tears about something as trivial as my hair colour.
Exhibit B – Notice a lack of smile in the selfie shot during the straightening process. Middle photo was taken at school pick-up and I would have worn a paper bag over my head to collect my kids if there had been one in the car! And then there’s the copper top shot (far right) I knew I would not get used to this colour.
How did the kids react when I finally had enough courage to leave the safety of my car at school pick-up?
One child covered their mouth in shock and told me they hated it.
Another was stunned initially but seconds later had their precious arms wrapped tightly around my neck and said they loved it.
The other one didn’t give a shit.
Husband chose his words VERY carefully, unlike the other day when he told me, blonde at the time, that he preferred brunettes! More on his faux pas here.
As for me I kept getting a shock at the dark-haired woman who was now living in my house and started considering going back to blonde!
Exhibit C – my daughter using a drawing she did of me to convince me to dye my hair back blonde.
What happened next?
- I drank wine and questioned my sanity, and not just because I looked like a copper teapot but because I seemed to care so much about my bloody hair colour!
- I woke up, still looking like a copper teapot, got freaked out at the strange woman walking around my house and refused to take my daughter to netball because I was unhappy with my hair.
- 2pm – back to hairdressers, hat in hand and begged Louise to fix my hair, she agreed.
- On the way home my I called my husband telling him that I was back in love with my hair and he said that he knew I’d go back to being blonde.
Oh how I love proving my husband wrong – ta-da!
What happened during my second visit to the salon?
- I sheepishly told Louise I didn’t mind that I wasn’t blonde but I wanted to be browner, like Princess Kate, yes I know I’m ridiculous. I don’t know if you’ve ever gone back to the salon saying you aren’t happy with your hair, but I have, and it never gets any easier. But it has to be done, with courtesy and respect, because if you hate your colour it can usually be fixed!
- We decided to use my copper teapot as highlights for a new darker overall colour and VOILA!
- 3 coffees, 2 chocolate mints, a massage chair, a scalp wash and a blow-dry and straighten later I had the colour I wanted.
- It was love at first sight, unlike the day before when I left telling myself I would get used to looking like a copper teapot.
A happier montage of the finished product!
Not sure how long I’ll keep it his way but I have been toying over the idea of going darker for ages, this was even before I knew my husband had a secret thing for brunettes.
I can’t believe I actually took the plunge but I am excited about the fact I will now be able to wear a lot more colours than before and I won’t have to worry about black roots.
Speaking of roots, I hope I’m not more attractive to my husband now I have brown hair – a girl needs her beauty sleep!