So I finally decided that it was time for me to do something with my hair. I asked for help choosing a new do quite a few weeks ago and still dilly-dallied over the decision; I just wasn’t sure what I wanted to do.
Eventually I decided I would dye my hair pink. Not like some neon show but a subtle colouring. I’d found pictures and examples I liked and was very excited about it! I booked a hair appointment for the following Saturday. But…when I spoke about it at work I was told it would not be seen as ‘professional’. Do they not know you only live once – for heaven’s sake! So that was that. No pink for me.
Which then left me with a dilemma. What colour do I do my hair now?
I got to the hairdressers on Saturday and said ‘I need help, I have no idea what I want!’ After a little back and forth and figuring out what would actually work with my already multi-coloured hair (red, natural roots and grey) three of us – yes three – decided on colouring my roots a brown colour, adding low lights throughout the middle but keeping a lot of the red, and trying to keep the lighter ends. Dark to light.
I had two hairdressers help me pick my colouring, two who did the dying and two who styled it. My hair is not normal hair – it takes a good few hours and a whole team to try and get it looking as it should! I once had my hair highlighted. Only once because 1. I ended up looking the third Appleton sister (Allsaints, anyone?) and 2. the process actually took over 5 hours because my hair wouldn’t take the colour. 5 hours! Fuck that for a bag of beans.
Anyway back to dark to light. The effect? Kinda worked apart from the lighter ends – they got coloured during the rinsing I think. But all in all I was very pleased. The grey was gone, and my hair felt refreshed.
But since having it done, being honest, I’ve really not had many compliments. I know it’s a shallow thing to be bothered by, but hair is such a big thing for people – it has the power to give or take confidence from us. When I first dyed my hair red, people around me were constantly saying how much they liked it and how they thought it suited me; my confidence was through the roof. I loved the red, but it killed the condition of my hair so it had to go.
This time around, I even had to prompt my own husband into telling me what he thought of my hair – of course he said he liked it. At work – I had not a word from anyone for days…until I did and then wished I still hadn’t. “Oh, you’ve changed your hair. It makes you look older. And not in a good way.”
Who says that? Who? My mum taught me ‘if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all’, that and ‘treat others how you wish to be treated’, so I do, and always get a bit upset when it’s not reciprocated.
I’ll admit I’ve been on a bit of a downer these last few days because of it but am going to once again pull myself up and out of it and sod what the people around me think of my hair. It’s all about attitude after all, I just need to show that I can pull off this do.
Have you had any hair dos that you’ve regretted or not had nice comments about? How did you handle them?