Nine months ago, I did something drastic and dyed my very black, very virgin hair platinum blonde (below). It was daring, exhilarating, and only a little bit painful–and the moment I saw my lightened strands in the mirror, I fell in love. Flash forward four months, three touch-ups (at four-week intervals), and more money spent than I'm proud of, I made the decision to give my tired tresses a break. I was sad but also relieved: I would get to go back to my maintenance-free, soft-as-silk jet-black locks.
But then I realized that I really want to be blonde for my fall wedding. I am proud to say, I have not yet exhibited any bridezilla tendencies, but if I am allowed one difficult request, it would be to have the creamiest locks with just a touch of root on my big day. So here I am, half a year out, working with a very patient colorist to gradually and gently get me back to my dream shade.
First, she had to very carefully lift the original color from my six-month long roots, without causing any more breakage. To mask the brown/beige/yellow roots—which I'm not excited about—she used a slate-hued toner, which will be easy to lift on the next visit. Then, we had some fun and added a blue glaze, which will eventually fade to reveal the silver-to-white gradient underneath.
Today, my hair is blue (above), and in two months who knows what it'll be, but in six months it'll be as white as can be, and I'm happy to have fun along the way.
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