About a year ago, my hairdresser asked me to model for the big chain of hair salons she works for. Back then, I looked like this:
About six months ago my hairdresser tried to save the hair I had by dyeing it light-brown. My roots looked fab, but the previously-platinum part of the hair didn't suck in enough dye and turned sort of brown, but with a strange yellowy tint. We ended up high-lighting my hair with bright blond to cover the damage, and hoped that it would look decent. Well, the whole high-lights thing hasn't exactly been working out. The high-lighted bits have been turning first yellow, then green for a while now.
Fast-forward to today. Me and my hairdresser decided that we can't go for any more high-lights, because they will turn green sooner or later. We chose a little reddish brown, and hoped for the best. The outcome: fantastic fudge colour roots, with awful britle yellowish rest of the hair. I had two options: A) have it dyed again, and again, and again, and hope for the best each time, or B) have it cut off. Guess which one I chose?
Yup, there you have it. I have told a handful of hopeful people along the way that I am growing my hair out, and want to have it long again, but sorry folks, I didn't really have a choice. My hair was in such bad condition that this had to be done if I ever want to have long hair again. It will grow. But for now, I am actually really liking this. I am convinced I heard a girl whisper "Rosemary's Baby" to her friend at Stockmann's. I can't think of a better compliment.
This is what I wore today: