In my case, I have to bleach my roots every two weeks. To do the back of my head, well, I think I may have to enlist my pal Ruth, as my husband, who loves the blonde hair seems to lack patience for helping. It's just going to look skunky back there for a bit as I lack the ability to properly use a mirror to aid in this process or swivel my head like an owl.
I have gotten good feedback, but have not experienced the blondes have more fun phenomena. Luckily for me, I have a nice, cool, pale skin tone so blonde, red, and brown all work for me. Black, well, I'm not going there, it ages a lot...and I am not a spring chicken. If I had more gray, blonde would be much less work. As it is, I have strands of sporadic metallic silver and I would not be upset if my whole head was that color...it's really pretty, actually.
I like change. My hair gets boring, and I never really liked the original mouse brown I was born with. If it had been three shades darker, it would have been more flattering. The underlying nape of the neck color was medium brown and nice, while the upper bits varied from gray brown to red to sun bleach dark blonde.
Also I've been several shades of dark red for the past six years, which was simple to maintain since it wasn't drastic and I already had some red tones.
It's kind of fun looking in the mirror and seeing a blonde for a change.
I know I'll get bored eventually and fed up with the maintenance, but then, I will just go purple. Yep. Hot purple.
In the meantime, I feel kinda like Mae West, who wasn't a string bean, and neither am I.
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