I realise I've been getting pretty deep recently, what with all that religion talk, and Alice Alarms.
So I decided I would talk about something quite light hearted, Hair!
I've had quite a few hairstyles, my mother and I love hair dye. For me, there's not much that can top going to the hairdressers (Hobs) and sitting in the chair for 3 hours gossiping with your hairdresser.
I suppose for me it all started when I was a child, my parents and I were on vacay in Thailand, we were in Pattiya and my uncles and aunty were joining us later on, my father went to pick them up from the airport and mummy and I had originally planned on going to the beach. But she decided we would get a haircut, she had realised that by the time we would get home in England I would be going back to school the next day, leaving no time for the normal termly do!She took me in the shiny and polished studio, where Thai women smiled brightly and offered me my favourite drink (Nam Dang) It was there the book caught my eye, small locks of hair in almost every colour you could desire, my mum saw me staring longingly. "Oh no... your father won't be happy with this at all." But I whined and charmed her into letting me get Hi-lights, semi permanent. just for the holiday! My fathers look on his face was priceless. But every since those honey hi-lights were placed ever so gently in my hair. I never looked back.
Of course mummy loved it, joint hair sessions in the salon, hi-lights were a regular thing, that my daddy allowed. 13 now, I was going through my scene little vampire stage, influenced heavily by "Young Dracula" on CBBC, it was a hard time for my parents, their usually girly little princess wearing all black and trying to lighten her skin so it would look as translucent as a vampires, dark kholh lined my eyes sloppily.
6 months later I didn't like the red, so I dyed my hair brown again, I was still trying to look scene at this point, so my mother slyly suggested we do home jobs for these dyes. I wanted blue hi lights, But they washed out, again more red hi lights, washed out. Purple but yet again it all washed out. I grew frustrated, damn these crazy colours. I stopped bothering. It wasn't until much later my mum when I was back to my girly self, confessed to buying wash out colours to make me believe they were a waste of time.
A year down the line, turning 15, the red from my previous is slightly visible in the ends of my hair from where the colour was originally as hair grows. I was fed up, perhaps it was dip dye before it became fashionable, but I hated it, My mother hated it. But one Christmas, we had our family friends round and we were playing games. I don't know how I got given a gold wig, but as soon as I put it on, my mothers eyes lit up "Blonde would suit you" she says out loud, immediately all the other Thai ladies jump in, throwing compliments. I knew blonde would be the next route for me.Within a week I was at Regis, Laura my hairdress was constantly being promoted, I told her I was to be blonde, she warned me how long the process would be. What I didn't anticipate was 3 years of dying and bleaching my hair every 3 months. My hair was fucked, really damaged, but I loved it. I loved being blonde. I explored all the blonde spectrum, heck at the very beginning I was so ginger I looked like a part of the Weasley family. It went all the way to the very brightest platinum.
But re-doing roots and touching up the colour every 3 months is extremely expensive. Back when I was fully blonde, I used to spend 5-6 hours at the salon. It would cost my mum a £300 a go! Laura became more and more pro, she moved to , she's now at the top of her game, I believe it was Joan Crawford who said “I think that the most important thing a woman can have- next to talent, of course- is her hairdresser.”. We continued to go to Laura and blonde me up until she said one day "this is the last time we're going to bleach this hair. You have naturally very strong and thick hair, most hair wouldn't be able to handle this much bleaching. But its time to stop"
I felt a part of my soul crying. It's true when they say blondes have more fun, So I went back to brown, of course with golden hi lights. Everyone loved the change. oh wow the natural look looks great on you. yeah yeah yeah natural smatural. If I liked the natural look I wouldn't have dyed my hair in the first place. I sat mummy down for a talk, I didn't want this hair, theres nothing wrong with it, but it wasn't my style, I like light coloured hair. Something bright. I don't know why, but I love blonde hair. Even in guys, My type is usually blonde! Its the way the sun hits the hair and it looks so angelic. Dark hair made me look pale, blonde hair made me look tanned. She agreed my hair needed more pazazz. We couldnt go back to all blonde, but what would I do?
My father was all tantrum-y, "No No No" I remember him whining "your natural hair colour is lovely, why do you want to keep damaging your hair." I shrugged him, sometimes dads just don't get it.3 Months later I'm back in the chair with Laura, I tell her my problem, she looks me up and down "theres this trend coming out soon, it's called Ombre, dark to light, how about light brown to blonde for you?"
2-3 years later, I'm still rocking the ombre, In winter I tone it down to different shades of brown, in summer my ends go extremely light. For a while I used to have a toner in of Pink so it was brown to pink, which would eventually wash out into brown to blonde.
I have found my look. But who knows, as I mature and become even more adult like (yikes!) maybe it will change. But for now I have my style. Long hair, don't care, Ombre forever.
