Whenever I start a conversation with ‘listen honey, I need a change’, N. looks at me with horror. He already knows. Change means hair change.
No matter what the problem is, I take it out on my hair. Getting slightly, tiny bit older, made me start losing this freshness, this wrinkle free version of myself. There are these few extra kilos reminiscent of a couple of pregnancies I made my body go through and a few grey hair enough to remind me (on a daily basis) that I am not getting any younger. Losing the extra weight is near to impossible since I don’t have the abundance of free time (having two small children to take care of), or so I tell myself (i was never the gym kinda girl). So, what do I do????? I change my hair. Again. Since the last attempt to alter my hair turned me into a Dudley Moore version of myself, this time I decided to change the colour.
A couple of hairdressers visits later I managed to accomplish the following:
- Burned some of my hair because apparently you can not dye your hair and then dye it again and then dye it again in less than 3 weeks and not actually permanently damage your hair
- Cut off the burned hair (yes, the hair I have been trying to let grow for the past two years)
- Spend quite some money while doing the above
All in all, the last hair altering experience made me realise three things. Juliane Moore’s red can not be successfully copied, going brunette makes me look more like Cruella de Vil and dark blond is really my colour and the colour I should stick to. At least until my next desire for change 😉