And then I was blonde

I used to be light blonde, almost white. The first and last time I dyed my hair was with blue hair mascara for the fun night on the school trip, I think. Never again after that. Over the years, my hair has gotten darker, sometimes a bit lighter after three weeks of sun, but in the winter, I’m actually almost a brunette.

Yesterday, I rode my bike with a printed picture of Kirsten Dunst to my favorite hairdresser The Building. I go there every 5 weeks to get my, ahem, extensions done, but this time for a new project.

“Look, this is what I want, really exactly this.” Adriana, my favorite hairdresser, always knows exactly what I want. We
both love beachy, it can be a bit dry, a lot of hair, and therefore also blonde.

Again, I had never dyed my hair before, but sometimes you just feel like trying something new. With trembling legs, I took a seat in the hairdresser's chair. Adriana started applying the dye strand by strand and then wrapped it up like a little package of silver foil. Okay, for many of you, this is probably monthly routine and I’m here again the scaredy-cat, but I still found it all quite exciting.

After an hour with a head wrapped in silver foil, the moment of truth arrived. My hair was washed and received a toner (a protection and color rinse after bleaching), and wrapped in a towel (I always find this the most dreadful moment at the hairdresser, for some reason I always look so grim and angry in the hairdresser's chair) I walked back to my spot in front of the mirror.

And there this hairstyle appeared. And I’m very satisfied with it. In fact, it might even be a tad blonder. And actually, my entire wardrobe needs to be adjusted to this, you understand. A perfect excuse to check out some stores this weekend.