"There. Back to ashy blond." My hairdresser twirled my chair so I faced the mirror.
"Wow. It looks so different. Normal. I like it."
After nearly 10 years of different cuts, colors, and styles (with a few interludes of non-experimentation), I'm back to "natural."
My hair journey started with a temporary rinse in high school. I had half a head of purple hair, but I didn't have to commit to it. What I didn't know then was that blond hair--even dirty blond--stains. Commitment it was. The only way to get rid of the purple was to dye my entire head a shade darker. When that color faded and grew out, I went red, light brown, and deep mahogany.
I was hooked. I rarely missed being blond. I saw girls with great hair and thought "I want that. I could have that. It's only a box away." I dyed my hair (or enlisted a friend to help), and enjoyed several months of an alternate personality--every color has its own attitude. My cuts changed less often, staying within an inch of my shoulders. Bangs came and went. I got a perm. I wouldn't get another, but I don't regret it.
|long bangs, semi-natural color|
Soon, only several hairstyles and colors remained unworn by yours truly, and recently I crossed two more off the list: impossibly long and incredibly blond. Having long hair was always something other girls did--girls who cared about deep conditioners and Moroccan oil--but just once I wanted to try it.
My hair weathered a summer and a winter and another summer. I still dyed it and played around with bangs, but we (my hair and I) were going for length. Then, last spring, I went Beach Babe Blond. I was a little scared to do it myself, but I’ve always done my own coloring, and besides, it's just hair. It took two treatments, and the results were a little uneven, but I had super light hair and the upcoming summer sun would only help to brighten and blend the color.
|long and blond|
Then fall and winter came, and with them, hair growth that was decidedly NOT blond. I had a horizontal line in my hair--below the line, blond, summery and long, above the line, dull, dark, and quick to look greasy. Headbands and high ponytails could only help so much. I was also completely over the long hair. It was fun for a while, but brushing was a huge chore that left our apartment littered with long bi-color strands of hair.
That's how I found myself in a salon chair, telling my stylist to chop it off. She nodded, knowingly, and suggested a toner to take care of the awkward color line. She did a great job of matching the toner to my original color--the bleached band is only recognizable if you already knew it was there. I’m back to looking natural, and feeling that way too.
THANKS: Dara, for the new hair and the new personality!