I’ve been uncharacteristically quiet lately. Aside from the fact there isn’t much going on in the world of
the Stones, unless you count
Jo Wood opening up her marital home to host weddings and have paid-for dinner parties, during Wimbledon fortnight (with the best organic food, of course), I’ve been pleasantly busy with life away from my fabulous new computer.
One thing in my life at the moment, that isn’t so pleasant, however, is my
Barnet. Qu'elle problème! I still haven’t coloured it, so I’ve now got about seven and a half months of re-growth going on. I’m getting my hair cut about every 4 weeks, because I’m just dying to get those over-coloured blonde bits off, no pun intended. At least I am crazy about the new length. It’s a bit like this:
I wonder if
Faye Dunaway has four inches of root growth under her beret like I do.
I miss being a full on blonde so much, I miss the ray of sunshine around my head. At least twice a day I resolve to get to my highlighter at the first possible moment. I torture myself by looking at pictures of bright blondes like these:
Then I look at the frazzled blonde ends on my hair and wonder how I’ll ever colour it again so it doesn’t look like straw.
I now have two hair types, my natural hair is wavy and a bit frizzy, my coloured hair is akin to afro hair if I let it dry naturally. My natural hair dries with a bit of volume, and sticks up around my head, which is nice, but the coloured parts stick out wide, at weird angles.
I used to wash my hair once a week, and in between I’d use a heap of dry shampoo. By the time wash day came, my hair would be satisfyingly massive. Now, if I want my Barnet to look vaguely acceptable, I have to wash it every other day, because when my natural hair looks greasy very quickly, and dry shampoo gives it an unworkable texture.
However, my hair, has never felt so good. Mid conversation I run my hands through it, then, totally distracted, insist the person I’m with touches my hair:
“Doesn’t that feel amazing! I mean my hair has never felt so thick, has it?!”
“I don’t know” responds the postman, “I’ve never touched your hair before.”
Well, I can tell you, that whatever it looks like, my Barnet feels loads thicker. I always thought I had fine hair, but I don’t! It was just the evil bleach (that gives you the most delicious shade of blonde) that made each strand about of the third of the thickness god wants it to be.
The other day I found this brilliant picture of
Anita Pallenberg, with post-pregnancy two-tone hair:
One colour for her fringe, another for the length. She totally carries off those long roots. Notice how groomed her hair is too, she must have discovered that grease and roots don’t match.
Finally, another note of inspiration.. If I do manage to grow out the highlights, I could at least work this look before reaching for the bleach again:
The black and white pictures don’t show
the Shrimp’s dark blonde/ light brown hair. The dark hair colour doesn’t make her seem like a try hard dolly-bird, but she doesn’t look like grunger because she wears chic clothes and nice make-up.
All very well, but what am I supposed to do while my trademark blonde hair grows out? Wear a wig?
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