You know yesterday? You may know it by the name Tuesday. Me, I now know it as the day I flagged a possible hair colour change with you all.
Well, I’ve gone ahead and done it. I’m still not sure it was the right move. I think I will spend the next week frightening myself each time I look in the mirror. And also wondering if I can still wear my black-biased wardrobe? And what shade of lipstick should now be my handbag bestie? You know, all the important first-world stuff.
I’ll do the big reveal down below (how many of you have just scrolled down, immediately ignoring all my wise words to come?) but before I do, let me first confirm that yes, my hairdresser, the lovely Naomi Carter at Halo of Mooloolaba, did get that eye “glint” I spoke of yesterday.
The glint was immediately followed by a quick flip through of one of the weekly glossies she had at the salon. This is what you need, she says, thrusting an “after” shot of Jennifer Aniston in my lap.
attack colour plan was established.
(Halo of Mooloolaba uses Alfaparf – an Italian range that offers high intensity colour with a high shine … even in blondes.)
Naomi pieced out my
natural heavily-dyed blonde hair, alternating foils with dark blonde. A combo of lowlights and highlights if you like. Then a semi-permanent colour was painted on all the other bits of hair to contrast again, adding a glossy caramel. The chosen colours were mixed from the standard to suit my skin tone. A hair colourist skill that seriously blows me away. Seems all like Year 11 chemistry to me.
“We’re going for different shades of blonde and caramel, adding more depth to your current look,” she said.
At one point in the procedure I was concerned that the Mothership would arrive to beam me up.
While I was “cooking”, I quizzed Naomi on whether I wasn’t the only one to come in recently asking for a change.
“We’ve had a lot of dark brunettes going lighter. Blondes going red,” she said.
So do you ever advise against, I probed further?
“Changing colour changes emotions. If it’s immediately after a break-up or just before a job interview, yes we do.”
“A good time to change hair colour is just before you buy a new season’s wardrobe; your birthday; school reunions; and a month after a break up!”
And, so … drum roll please …
The reaction from my family … in order of appearance:
Teenage son: It’s straightened and sort of orange … no wait, it’s just the light.
Teenage daughter: It’s cool. It’s less fake.
Five-year-old son: I don’t like that colour. I like it blonde. (then proceeds to start crying).
Husband: I’ve only ever known you as a blonde.
I’ll keep you posted as I either get used to the new ‘do … or phone Naomi, begging to be blonde again. What do you think?
Update: I went back this morning and I’m blonde again. Yes, I’m officially a winter makeover/colour-change wuss. (There’s still dark underneath, does that count?)
This post is part of the FlogYoBlog Friday – The Oprah Edition happening over at Where’s My Glow?