MAY IS BRUNETTE AGAIN

Any form of vanity cannot be denied to me. My closet is crammed with the clothes it has to hold, and before you open my closet in the bathroom, you hear a little voice saying: ‘Be careful when you open the doors. Chanel, Dior, Becca, and Sisley products might fall out.’ But my hair sometimes sits on the waiting list. Because a. I always want it to be longer and b. because I have the best hairdresser in the country (and far beyond) which keeps it looking good for quite a while.

But in recent weeks, even I started to feel a bit ashamed of my boring hair. When people asked: “Leco does your hair, right?”, I immediately launched into a five-minute speech that he wasn’t responsible for this, because I hadn’t been there for embarrassingly long. So I texted the master in question. With a photo as proof that I desperately needed his magical touch. “Oh no,” was his response. Followed by a how-long-has-it-been wash. Calculating back, I concluded that this must have been somewhere in August. I should be ashamed of that, said the boss.

The conversation continued. What color I had in mind. I don’t know. Brunette is nice again (besides, I’m a natural brunette), but when I’m blonde, I always feel prettier/slimmer/richer/sexier and happier. Now Leco isn’t averse to a blonde here or there, so blonde it would be. Emphasis on would.

“Let me see that dress you’re wearing on Wednesday again?” said Leco. Wednesday, you should know, we hold our (champagne included), I was exhausted on Saturday and still dead tired on Sunday. So I took Monday off and it was quite a party. I had slept in that weekend, so on that Monday I got up pretty early (half past 9) and did whatever I felt like all day. and launch our magazine (oh guys, a magazine, please all buy it) and for the occasion, I’ve thrown a red Ronald van der Kemp dress into my Net-A-Porter basket.

“I don’t know. I don’t know. I know that ombre well enough now and blonde from the roots, I’ll just say it, I think that’s not a good match with your skin.”

I told him I was fine with everything. Something with washing and something with in his hands. So while we talked about life and friendship, the hair professor dove into his laboratory. A hint of hazel, a drop of smart blonde from Inoa (which is caring for your hair) and a lot more that I’ve all forgotten. So there I went, completely against expectations, out the door as a brunette. Brunette is the new blonde. Now let’s hope I keep having just as much fun. Thanks, Doctor Leco and the friends from L’Oréal Professionnel for fresh hair in the new year. And I promise I’ll check in a bit earlier next time.