Am I only as interesting as the colour of my hair?

Former 16 year old self

What a cliché! For years I have been talking about going back to my 14-year-old hair – long, thick, wavy fair-haired but not typically blonde.  How I hated that dull boring hair until recently a friend asked me “why don’t you grow your hair long?” The answer is.. I cant.

My hair is so over worked that it simply refuses to grow. My mother stuck a picture of me at 14 on the fridge door, how I envied that thin young girl, her amazing head of thick healthy hair. Was that really me?

So decision time?

Friday 10am sharp, I was strapped to the hairdresser’s chair. No escaping now, the processes of remedial hair care had begun.  Two dyeing processes were suggested to remove the peroxide blonde. Unfortunately she hadn’t seen the photograph on the fridge and perhaps didn’t quite understand what my ultimate goal was. I was feeling great that I was finally taking a radical step, going dark is a very hard thing for a blonde who has more fun to do. But even I was shocked when the towel was removed after the first pre-colour stage. “Is going to much darker than this”. I whispered teary-eyed thinking privately, “shit what have I done?”

Round one

“No no no” the hairdresser replied, seemly unaware of my distressing tears and the fact that I was stuck to the chair by my own sweat. 

Words or tears would not adequately express my feelings when the final colour was revealed!!!

So naturally everyone said, “OMG its beautiful, it really suits you” trying to avoid doing their share of suicide watch.

On Friday night after a couple of drinks I frighten myself in the bathroom when I a stranger in the mirror looking back at me. I had to reintroduce myself to old acquaintances “don’t I know you from somewhere?” was asked a surprising number of times.

So do blondes have more fun? The jury is out – but one thing I do no for sure blondes get noticed more, but what are people noticing??