Wednesday, 29 January 2014

Blue Rinse

I have black eyebrows. They don’t match my natural hair color, though to be honest, I don’t remember what that is. It’s somewhere between mousey brown to dark brown. As a child it was sun streaked blonde. I’d pay a lot of money now to get that look.

I used to dye my hair black or very dark colors so that my eyebrows and hair would match. I once had to cut most of my long hair off and go short because I had dyed my hair so many times it just wouldn’t take any more color. It took years to grow back. 

Another time my hair turned green. The hairdresser nearly passed out and had to get a color specialist in to put forward some recommendations.  We just dyed my hair a boring brown for about two years until the green or dead hair grew out – or snapped off.

Now, I just dye my hair to cover the grey. It’s not a new phenomenon, I started to go grey years ago – it’s just gotten progressively worse.  Every time I get my hair dyed at the salon, I get a flashback to Clairol advertisement where a woman sang ‘I’m gonna wash that grey right out of my hair.’ I sometimes sing it at the salon – but the hairdresser is too young to remember the ad.

My hairdresser advised I should gradually lighten the color, so that the grey won’t stand out.
She matches my roots to the dark blonde streaks she has put in my hair each time – so it will be a gradual and apparently natural change. I have no idea if this is a way to keep me as a regular customer but she thinks slowly starting to work and the grey doesn’t come back as I am not going back for touch up's as often.  I don’t think she realises that I am cheap, and try to stretch it out as much as possible.

People strive to add an extra kilometre to their run. I try to add an extra week to the space between each dye session.  I have managed to stretch it out to 8 weeks.  I am now aiming for 9.  I am a woman with goals.

I also need to psyche myself up for the visit.  I just can’t take another two hours (yes that how long it takes) of Celine Dion. I don’t know if she thinks I like Celine, or need her. I don’t have anything against the woman (except for the fact that she has publicly admitted to owning 2000 pairs of shoes). I just don’t want to listen to her. Period. Ever.

I decided a long time ago that when the time came to go fully grey, I would actually go for a blue rinse.  My father in law was a hairdresser, and I used to love sitting in his salon watching the old biddies come in for their blue rinse and blow dry.

Being a modern day woman I wonder when I will decide to stop dying and go natural.  All of my friends dye their hair. I haven’t yet asked whether they do it for fashion or out of necessity.


My question to all of you is… do you think you will ever go natural. And if yes, when?

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