A Blonde Moment

So recently I’ve gone back to my roots.  My natural blonde roots.

 After a year of being ginger and a two year dalliance with the dark side I’ve gone back to blonde.  The root maintenance of every two weeks was getting abit too much to take and it was time for a change. 

Now I’ve been colouring my hair since I was about 14, highlights, low lights, full colour but until 4 years ago hadn’t really strayed from various blonde hues.  What inspired the change well I suppose 2 things really…

1.        I have ALWAYS wanted to be a brunette. All the best people are brunettes, Belle, Princess Jasmine, My sister, Sporty Spice, Jet from gladiators, Pocahontas, Anne Boleyn.

2.       I was super pale at the time and pretty anaemic so dark hair would have totally washed me out so decided upon red.  I would be a hybrid of Joan Holloway, Florence Welch, Axl Rose and Lizzie Siddal.  

So I went red and it was awesome and then I got bored bit the bullet and went jet black.  And I loved it, but the root and brow maintenance was a nightmare. Light roots on dark hair don’t work.  And the whole fair eyebrow dark hair look? Amazing in Vogue, in real life Grima Wormtongue …seriously.  And yes tinting and root touch up is easy, but if you have a somewhat lax approach on beauty like I do, then it’s not a great situation.  And as much as I loved my sleek black bob, there’s no denying I’m a curly Blondie. And them blonde curls are gonna reveal themselves no matter how much dye and ghdness you put upon them. 

Surprisingly I found going from black to blonde surprisingly easy ( helped by the fact that my hair seems to adore bleach, yes even my follicles are peculiar), and that it seems my hair is lightening itself, it’s like its finally allowed to be itself and is thriving.  Which makes me feel like I’ve been really mean to my hair and feel like a bad parent, but then I remember strands of cells and keratin don’t have emotions.   Best part is my roots are barely visible after 8 weeks.  Mainly down to clever hairdressing genius by my fabulous cousin, but also cause there’s not a whole load of difference to the highlights and the realness.

So to fully embrace my reblondening and to celebrate my roots if you will I’m going to be blogging about my favourite blondes in a “blonde moment” feature as I have spent my childhood obsessed with brunettes it’s about time I celebrated my own heritage, so to speak. 

Who is your favourite flaxen haired wonder?