Call it vanity, narcissism or a lingering colloquialism of my salon days, but I seem to talk a lot about my hair. I hope you’ll indulge me another post or two.
After a drawn out and happy affair, I have parted ways with my silver hair. No more icy greys. No more blue-tinged platinums. No more dusty violets. We had our good times, but even then it was always a struggle against muddying and overworked ends. Previous attempts to split left me with murky and unpleasant yellows, but with the help of Alex at Bradley and Diegel Salon I was finally able to make a clean break.
Naturally, I made this decision just as silver is becoming all the rage. Had my timing been more deliberate, I might have been a trendsetter, but this is just jumping the gun.
I am slowly getting back to days of fairer hair. Of course, when the ash was lifted, it left me with buttery blonde ends beyond hope of bleaching. I might be rocking a bit of an unintentional ombré for a while, but I’m finding ways to play with it.
I’ll unveil the new color soon (and there are plenty of old silver pictures I’ve yet to post, so don’t write it off just yet).