I have been blonde pretty much my entire life – naturally for the first 18 or so years, then courtesy of this lovely hair salon. I never minded the maintenance. I would settle in every few months and happily read a stack of magazines, and leaving the salon with fresh blonde hair was the best feeling ever. Over the past year or so though, I’ve totally changed.
Just before having Georgina, I decided to go a little bit more natural, figuring it would be easier maintenance while caring for a newborn. Then after Georgie was born I panicked about being away from her for such a long chunk of time while I was nursing, so I kept putting appointments off and when I finally would go, I was never happy with how my hair looked afterwards. The blonde was more brassy than soft, it was too streaky and my roots weren’t totally covered up. Maybe my hair somehow changed from pregnancy and childbirth and nursing?
A few weeks ago, I was about to make a hair appointment and then realized that no part of me wanted to actually spend hours at the salon and then not even be happy with the results. So, I decided that I’m going to grow my hair out. To be perfectly honest, I’m not sure if I’ll last long enough to totally go through with it, but I’m pretty excited about my decision, plus I saw this article today which made me feel even better. This part rings so true for me: “I think the same generation of girls who were playing around with their hair five years ago are growing up and wanting to take their hair in a more natural direction.”
Bye for now, bright blonde hair, and hi for now, very very dirty blonde hair.