Thinking of going from brown to blonde

A few days ago I wrote a blog about persecution, war and ISIS. Now I want to talk about hair dye. Not a smooth transition I know, but bear with me. 

My hair is naturally very dark brown and I want to have blonde bits put in it.  The exact hairdressing term is ‘ombre’ (pronounced ombray, like Peter Aundrey). In an ideal world, I would have been born a natural flaxen beauty, with long swishy hair like this…

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But alas, I was born with the fullest, blackest head of hair you can imagine. Far too full and black for a baby.

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I’m the one with the hair. All the hair.

As I’ve grown older it’s tamed itself (with the help of gravity) and it’s a bit lighter than it used to be. However, I know I would look ridiculous if I dyed my hair completely blonde because I just don’t have the skin tone or eyebrows for it.

In fact, to illustrate the point, I’ve put my photo through a virtual hairstyling tool. The results are not disappointing.

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But it’s not as good as this more caramelly shade…

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I look like my name might be Fanny, and I might be a reborn Christian who likes to sing country and western.

No. Full blonde is not going to work. Instead, I’m going ombre. ‘Ombre’ is a fancy term for having your ends dyed a different colour to the top bits. It makes it look more natural and ‘sunkissed’, and it’s lower maintenance as you can just let it grow out naturally.

Ideally, I will leave the salon looking like this:

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Apparently I have to have a hair ‘consultation’ first. This is not just between me and my hair. It involves a hairdresser inspecting my hair’s condition and dabbing me with dye to make sure it’s not going to make me bald and crusty. Then I have to wait 48 hours, then book another appointment.

Is it worth it?

It all sounds like quite a lot of hassle and the appointment I did make was cancelled so I’m sort of wondering if maybe I should just save my money and put it towards a trip away, or  a drumkit, or something else to expand my mind.

In reality I’m not going to transform into the flaxen haired beauty of my dreams. I’m just going to be me with a couple of blonde bits.

Ah life. It’s so confusing.

Published by Zoe

28 years old, trained journalist, professional writer and aspiring novelist. I'm based in the beautiful English town of Eastbourne, I have two guinea pigs who live in my spare room, and I love food. Not cooking it, just eating it. I also like beer and staring out to sea.

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