My mum often tells me (and everyone else that coos over my babies), that when I was born I had a head of thick silvery blonde hair, curls to be exact and it was lush. I imagine looking at Alice now and Megs as a baby too and think that we must share that trait of luscious baby blonde hair. From day one I was a blonde, and stereotype or not, was destined for a few ditsy moments in life as well as being a little scatty (it certainly explains a lot now) and of course having way more fun!?!
I remember the first time I died my hair though, it was one of those Wella “wash in wash out” sachets in a honey blonde shade or something equally no different to my natural colour, and I thought it was fabulous! Looking back, whilst there was no obvious change, at 13 I feared i’d be in trouble for such a rebelish act and drastic change to my natural blondness! I kinda got hooked on dying my hair from then on, I guess partly for the change and partly from seeing my grandma bleach her roots as I grew up, but I just remember from then on it just became part of my life…Like when in my single days with my bestie we dyed our hair blonde in the middle of the night, falling asleep on the bathroom floor waiting for it to develop and it was so much fun, we loved being blonde and we loved daring to go a little brighter!
Despite being blessed to be a natural blonde, with thick straight hair, I often have moments in my life where I desire a change and it always rests on my hair… shorter, extensions, textured or usually a different colour. I want it darker blonde or even light brown, I want to try purple streaks (aged 17) or more silver. Then when I made the awful choice to have a Victoria Beckham chop and do the tips red back when I was 16, certainly not my proudest moment but did I learn? No! Even now at 31 I hit a phase a few weeks ago where I wanted to look more “grown up” than the bleach blonde days, but in reality it wasn’t that lovely at all!
These changes often make me feel dull after a while, and once the initial wow factor has worn off I feel a little blah about my looks and I finally realised this week that it was because I am a blonde..on some days enhanced yes, but my soul is blonde and my tone is made to have blonde locks. My husband adores me blonde (despite previously dating mainly dark haired girls) and blonde gives me a little spark of joy when I look in the mirror. Its funny how something as a hair colour can affect your mood, but my recent desire to be “dark blonde” turned far too dark and really did make me feel a little more dull. I missed the blondenss, the glow, and my hairdresser summed it up perfectly when she said I just wasn’t living up to my hairs true potential. So on Thursday I had it lifted with some highlights and the transformation was amazing. I literally saw light come back to my skin as she blow dried it and I couldn’t stop smiling.
It may sound like a bit of a shallow post, but in that moment I felt like something had been restored to my soul; I was meant to be blonde, it makes me happy to be blonde and it gives me an air of joyfullness and fun. It really is amazing how hair colour can affect your mood or view of yourself but it really does. I feel so good now and I love it. Next month I turn 32 and I feel I finally accepted that I love how fab it is being a bright and healthy blonde and how it makes me feel and of course how well it suits me. My pics this week are some silly selfies after the hairdressers (because lets face it our hair rarely looks that good again) and I can’t get over the difference. No longer will dying my hair be an ordinary moment, unless its at the salon getting it freshened up!