I’ve long had this thing about grey hair, Pinterest, Instagram and bloggers like Inthefrow and Beauty Sauce make it look amazing. So, after weeks, if not months, of umming and ahhhing (and annoying my poor friends and husband) I decided to just go with it on Friday. It was a spur of the moment decision. Which should give y0u an indication of how it ended….
I’m a natural redhead, which, has got lighter with age, but it’s still predominately ginger. A few weeks ago I had highlights and a grey toner, which just gave me the taste for more grey, with hindsight, I should have left it like that….
So, to go grey, I needed to get bleached all over, something I have never done before – it’s only ever been highlights, or one crazy time I dyed it all over in bright, bright red. *shudder*. The bleach hit my head and did it’s magic, I could share the after photo of that but, I won’t! Anyone who’s had bleach knows it leaves a kind of yellow/orange tone to the hair. Gorgeous…. Also, I have a super sensitive scalp.
Next up was the toner. At this point, I need to say that I have a *lot* of hair. A lot. So there was a lot of toner needed. At this point I started to feel a bit panicky, but my gorgeous hairdresser was as cool as a cucumber and calmed me down. She managed to finish it off, and the colour was amazing.
Just not on me.
I’m pale. I have blonde eyelashes and brows unless I tint them, which I do, religiously. Except when they need doing and I have that kind of ‘tiger brow’ look….. This was one of those days. Picture, if you will, no make up, pale face (grey hair makes your skin look almost orange FYI) stripy, un-tinted eyebrows, red eyes from trying not to cry and a huge, huge, puffball of grey hair that needs to be straightened. That was me.
Of course it was raining that day, so the perfectly straightened look lasted all of 5 minutes.
The bloke LOVED the hair. Like, full on loved it. My teenager loved it. My son, who is loyal to the bone and would never say a bad word about me, cried. For an hour. Because of my hair colour. We established it was because it made me look like an old lady and therefore closer to dying….. It was a joyous Friday night.
The weekend didn’t fare much better to be honest. I kept surprising myself each time I passed a reflective surface, and people looked at me like I was insane. One older couple nearly fell off the end of the escalators as they were so engrossed in staring at my head. They very nearly got the finger…….
It was an emotional weekend. I know it’s only hair, but it is a big part of being a woman, and if you feel crap about your hair, you feel crap about everything. I think anyway. So, this morning, we hit the salon services shop again and bought new colours. Dark auburn’y colour for the roots, lighter blonde for the ends and an ombre was born! Now I feel slightly more human and less likely to stand out like a sore thumb. I still need a few touch ups, and it’s not quite my natural colour but god, it’s better than the grey!
Moral of the story? Trust your gut instincts about things, don’t make rash decisions, and if you’re a pale redhead? Don’t go for bloody grey hair……!Read More