JANUARY
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.
Desperately, the week of my twenty-second birthday, I
attempted to re-dye my blonde roots by myself. Me, with no hair experience –
me, who is not a hair dresser, and does not have any kind of colour or toning
skills, me who is impatient as all heck…. You can imagine what happened.
So I literally rang in 2016 at my hairdressers on New Year’s
Eve getting my blonde fixed, and New Year’s Day showing everyone a ‘new me’. So
cliché, I know, but hey, gal’s gotta do what a gal’s gotta do when HER HAIR IS
PURPLE.
I don’t know entirely how I managed to dye my hair orange
and purple, but there we go. See the pictographic evidence below and feel my
pain friends, feel, my, pain.
My lovely colourist ran a toner through my hair, and essentially colour corrected the orange and purple. Little bit of a trim because I managed to fry my ends. (See when I say disaster it ain't hyperbole.)
The New Year inspires people to do a lot of stupid, stupid
things – from drinking too much champagne, to making resolutions we all know we won’t keep, to drastic changes
as a means of coping with life changing.
Again, very cliché, but the lesson I learnt the hard way was that you don’t get
to skip change or recovery and get right to the shiny brand new you after a
tough break. You need to give it time, and space, and if all else fails, a
colourist who really knows her stuff.
