It’s been two weeks since I leapt from brunette to blonde with the assistance of one Nicola Clarke at John Frieda in London. If you didn’t catch the first installment, check out Brunette to Blonde with FFG.
First of all, I walked out of the salon feeling like a new person. I was swishing hair left, right and centre. I’ve never felt so transformed. Are you rolling your eyes yet? If you haven’t done this before, you probably won’t understand, so just take my word for it and know that experiencing a hair transformation is like getting a new lease on life. It can work in the other direction as well, however. Walking out with a look you aren’t thrilled with results in a serious downer faster than anything you’ve ever experienced. I think going in for the change, I prepared myself for both scenarios. It wasn’t luck that sent me out the door smiling, it was Nicola Clarke.
So let’s talk initial reactions. My best one was coming into the office after the brunette to blonde switch. This isn’t me tooting my own horn, this is me tooting Nicola’s horn. I feel I have to say that as a preface for what I am about to write. As I walked into the office I actually got a round of applause. I kid you not. This is mostly down to having an amazing office of women that I work with who have heard me say for ages now that I wanted to go blonde. I think the round of applause was half being impressed that I’d actually gone through with it and the other half appreciating the master work that had been done in creating such a natural looking ombre.
Now for my own impressions. It’s been two weeks and I still don’t recognise myself in the mirror. It’s the craziest thing. My complexion has completely changed. People say that the new colour has softened me. Not sure how to take that. Was I harsh looking before? I’m pretty sure they mean it as a kind remark. I look down and will be playing with my hair only to realise I’m running blonde hair through my fingers and I have a moment of panic that I’m playing with someone else’s locks. Seriously, how random is that?
Perhaps the most surprising change has been the way in which I wear clothes after moving from brunette to blonde. Nothing seems to look the same. Before, my dark hair would sit as a striking contrast to most colours. Now the blonde seems to blend more and soften my look. Hey, those guys were right!
Mr. FFG says I look more like a rock chick, but that he fell in love with a brunette so expects me to return to my darker roots in the future. Hmmm… may have to fight for the right to build up the blonde. I’m thinking about going even lighter for my next appointment. Stay tuned as this Malibu beach look might turn into full on blonde bombshell.
If anyone is thinking of making the switch, I highly recommend giving it a go. You only live once and hair continues to grow, should you find you aren’t thrilled with the results. Just make sure you put your hair in hands you trust! That’s the best advice I can give you. And if you are thinking of going blonde, I highly recommend my personal favourite, Nicola Clarke!