the age old debate: blonde vs brunette

Unlike Cat, whose hair has been about 12 different colors in the past year, and my  friend Heather, whose hair has been every color of the rainbow (literally) my hair has only ever been one color: blonde. 

In fact, I had virgin hair until the age of 18. I had always debated dying it, I wanted platinum blonde hair like I had when I was little. Unfortunately after my first haircut, I slowly darkened to a dirty blonde, with natural highlights. But one night (filled with bad decisions) Heather begged me to let her dye my hair, so we bought a box dye (Cat's probably cringing as she reads this) and sat in the bathroom for 30 minutes. 

This is not a love story. My hair did not rival Rapunzel's, it did not take me back to my youth.

It turned yellow.

(And this is why, no matter how much you love your friends, you do not let them dye your hair.) After a quick fix at my salon the next morning, I was on my way to the blonde I wanted. I'm a light blonde now with golden tones and I love it, I really do. However, I recently had the bright idea to become a brunette.

Why? Because I had a dream that I looked like Barbara Palvin and life was perfect.

So now I'm waiting for my roots to come in so I can make the decision to go darker. Do I think I can pull it off? No. Am I going to do it anyway? In all likelihood, yes. 

And thus begins the evolution of hair.