hair color

Blonde Ambition: Getting the Color Right

May 20, 2010 at 3:32 pm , by

My natural hair color hovers somewhere in that ho-hum range between blonde and brunette, so I’ve submitted my strands to a lot of experimentation over the years. I’ve gone darker; I’ve gone lighter; I even went red during an angsty high school phase (I’ll admit it, I totally copied that icon of 90s teen angst, My So-Called Life‘s Angela Chase). But for the last several years, I’ve been much tamer with my mane, just getting blonde highlights to brighten up my hair. So I don’t know what came over me, but a couple of weeks ago I decided that I wanted to be a real blonde. Like, platinum, Marilyn Monroe, Gwen Stefani blonde. I impulsively booked an appointment with my colorist. And here’s where it started to go terribly wrong. I didn’t bring any pictures to the appointment. I just figured my stylist would intuitively know which shade would work best with my skin tone. I was also totally unprepared for how long the process took (3 hours!) and that burning sensation on my scalp (my lovely stylist, a Brooklynite by way of Texas, joked about the Southern no pain, no gain beauty philosophy: “If it ain’t burnin’, it ain’t workin’.”). By the time she finished, it was after 10 p.m., I was exhausted, and I wasn’t loving my look. Read more


Back to My Roots: Blonds Don’t Always Have More Fun

March 11, 2010 at 4:27 pm , by

Cath Blond

I’ve had basically the same haircut my whole life. I’m not one for products or for spending quality time with the blow dryer, so my style is pretty much what my hair does naturally. But I do like to experiment with color.

My hair has been just about every shade the drugstore has to offer, as well as highlighted, low-lighted, and even something called “glossed.” Most of the time, I’ll default to some shade of blond, like the photo on the left.

But recently, I decided to do something daring: go back to my natural color. Granted, I’d been dying my hair so long I didn’t know what natural was anymore, but why should that stop me?

Cath Brunette

I went to the salon, threw around words like “chocolate” and “coffee” (two things on my mind all the time anyway) and came out with hair I hadn’t seen since grammar school.

And the funny thing was, for some reason I felt like I looked more exotic, more drastically different than I’d ever looked when I didn’t have my God-given hue. So I’m sticking with it (for the time-being, at least), and in honor of Fresh New You Week, I’m challenging all of you to try something bold — even if for you bold means doing something completely natural.


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