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whoozqueen at 09:46pm on 19/06/2004
whoozqueen at 09:46pm on 19/06/2004Hey hey, after a millenium of not dyeing my hair any shade of blonde what-so-ever, I have dyed my hair.
Medium Ash Blonde. First time on the Ash, not the first on the blonde. For those that came late, I was born blonde. A nice, soft buttery blonde...which faded to Blah by about my late teens, early twenties. You know, one of those Is She Blonde, Is She Brunette type of boring mousitude shades. Ugh. I am forever being asked what my 'natural' colour is as a result.
Right now? Natural equals one third silver grey (schweeet!) emanating from a Morticia Addams spot on my right temple, and the boring blah mouse colour.
I started playing around with the colour when I was about 21, with a few streaks of blonde, and over a couple of years went from streaks to full colour blonde. Just before I joined the choir in 98, I was entirely bored with the blonde. I needed a change, and my hair was suffering a bit from being a little too blonde. Also, like I needed the associations between boobs/blonde/brain. Not a good thing. When you're young, the whole blonde thing can take away from your credibility as a 'leader' type, especially if you look way younger than you are, like I do.
So I dyed my waist length, honey blonde hair a deep dark brown in 1998. Wowee. Who knew it could be such a popular choice? I enjoyed the sea change of my new image. Pale skin, hazel eyes, dark hair. S'all good. I could be a bit more gothy, too. Nothing lacks credibility more than a honey-blonde goth wannabe. At least with the brunette hair, I felt like I could fit in once in a while.
I cut my hair much shorter than usual last year, and broke my habit of 'all one length'. As it turns out, 'all one length' drags my face down. Shoulder length is where its at, baby yeah. My mother gave me a voucher for an expensive salon, and I basically waved at the hairdresser and said "do whatcha want, for I do not care". What I got (*besides a bill for an extra $110 on top of the voucher's $100) was a really swanky layered shoulder-length hairdo and BLONDE highlights.
My hair's grown, the roots were blah-mouse colour and silver, and the time had come to decide...brown or blonde? A lot of people loved the blonde shades that were in my hair. I felt like I was going down a well worn path. No surprises for me in the blonde, although most of the people I know now, didn't know me as a blonde. Jules, Den, Paul - pretty much the only ones who are still around.
So here I am, posing as a blonde again. Medium Ash Blonde. Not entirely brown, not entirely blonde. This is probably a good thing.
Medium Ash Blonde. First time on the Ash, not the first on the blonde. For those that came late, I was born blonde. A nice, soft buttery blonde...which faded to Blah by about my late teens, early twenties. You know, one of those Is She Blonde, Is She Brunette type of boring mousitude shades. Ugh. I am forever being asked what my 'natural' colour is as a result.
Right now? Natural equals one third silver grey (schweeet!) emanating from a Morticia Addams spot on my right temple, and the boring blah mouse colour.
I started playing around with the colour when I was about 21, with a few streaks of blonde, and over a couple of years went from streaks to full colour blonde. Just before I joined the choir in 98, I was entirely bored with the blonde. I needed a change, and my hair was suffering a bit from being a little too blonde. Also, like I needed the associations between boobs/blonde/brain. Not a good thing. When you're young, the whole blonde thing can take away from your credibility as a 'leader' type, especially if you look way younger than you are, like I do.
So I dyed my waist length, honey blonde hair a deep dark brown in 1998. Wowee. Who knew it could be such a popular choice? I enjoyed the sea change of my new image. Pale skin, hazel eyes, dark hair. S'all good. I could be a bit more gothy, too. Nothing lacks credibility more than a honey-blonde goth wannabe. At least with the brunette hair, I felt like I could fit in once in a while.
I cut my hair much shorter than usual last year, and broke my habit of 'all one length'. As it turns out, 'all one length' drags my face down. Shoulder length is where its at, baby yeah. My mother gave me a voucher for an expensive salon, and I basically waved at the hairdresser and said "do whatcha want, for I do not care". What I got (*besides a bill for an extra $110 on top of the voucher's $100) was a really swanky layered shoulder-length hairdo and BLONDE highlights.
My hair's grown, the roots were blah-mouse colour and silver, and the time had come to decide...brown or blonde? A lot of people loved the blonde shades that were in my hair. I felt like I was going down a well worn path. No surprises for me in the blonde, although most of the people I know now, didn't know me as a blonde. Jules, Den, Paul - pretty much the only ones who are still around.
So here I am, posing as a blonde again. Medium Ash Blonde. Not entirely brown, not entirely blonde. This is probably a good thing.