For those of you following me on Twitter, you may have seen a very hasty tweet referring to dying my hair. It was something along the lines of, “I’m done with the 4 years of red hair!”
That night I hopped in my car and raced over to the nearest shop. I stood in the aisle, chewing my lip, hair pulled back into a bun and tried to picture myself as a brunette again. I had visions of Eva Longoria, Natalie Portman, Olivia Wilde. I think I might have been slightly deluded that night. Slightly.
My eyes darted from chocolate brown to auburn to mocha mocha latte beauty. Okay, I made that last one up, they all kinda have dumb names.
I grabbed the chocolate brown. This was it.
I decided to dye my hair the next morning before going to Jason’s for a day with Mei Lan. I prepped my towel, my mirror and a film. Lets fast forward 20 minutes.
I’m covered in dye. My hair is covered in dye. My towel is covered in dye. It’s a murder scene, but brown. I rinse. I rinse again. I rinse a third time. I blow dry. I take a deep breath.
I almost scream.
My hairline is wonky. My hair is black. It’s so black that in the light, it’s navy. It’s mismatched. Some is still red in places. I have black all over my neck, my ears, my face. I scrubbed with nail varnish remover, but all that did was remove my nail varnish (sob). I don a cap and my army jacket. I feel like Kylie Jenner, but much poorer and less toned.
Mei Lan doesn’t even recognise me. I don’t even recognise me. I go a day wondering if it’ll ever look any better, washing and re-washing, hoping that the Morticia Addams in the mirror will somehow change back into me. But she doesn’t. She snips the heads off her roses and does the tango.
So I desperately call my hairdresser and book in for 1pm the next day. I hide my head in shame as I explain to my hairdresser, Adele, exactly what I’ve done. She’s calm (much calmer than me) and gets to work.
After hours of lifting and treating and lots of, “Yeah, you’re gonna have to mix me some more…” I emerge. A new woman. With hair even better than before.
The change is so drastic I can hardly believe it. I’ve always relied on Adele to make my hair look incredible (the girl does an insanely good curly blow), but I was blown away by just how good it looked. She had completely transformed my hair.
I only ever trust the girls at Trimmers with my hair, and even travel 45 minutes to go to them (they’re in Skelmersdale) and this is exactly why. They’re amazing girls, especially Adele, and I trust them completely. Relationships come and go, but hairdressers are forever!
If you’re local, definitely try them out.
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