It’s All About The Hair

I think most women would agree that they have a love-hate relationship with their hair. I’m not any different and would argue that perhaps my relationship is even more complicated.

You see, I’m an adventurous person, and not surprisingly, I have the same attitude about my hair. My philosophy has always been that hair is temporary.  Everything can eventually be fixed and so I’ve recklessly tried experiments with perms and hair styles.

1985

1985 sporting a perm and all my natural hair colour.  Those were the days!

Then about a dozen years ago I met a Master Colourist by the name of Naz. She was a refugee from Iran and she knew hair.

By this point, I was frustrated with my fine hair that stubbornly would not be what I wanted it to be.  With 4 siblings, how was it that I could be the only one without curly hair?

My relationship with Naz started off innocently enough.  I gave her carte blanche to suggest new things to do with my hair and I rarely resisted her ideas.  She worked her magic and I was happy.

We reached a critical point the day I asked her to buzz all my hair off. I was about to head out to Tanzania to climb Kilimanjaro and the thought of unwashed greasy hair for 7 days on the trail filled me with dread.  I’d rather have no hair than dirty hair.

After careful negotiation, we agreed to leave *some* hair and she buzzed my head.

2009 Serengetti

2009 Tanzania – I found out later that Naz had been reprimanded by the owner of the salon for agreeing to cut all my hair off.

From that point on however, Naz became bolder and edgier in her suggestions.

Electric blue streaks, white bangs against my dark brunette, feathers, extensions, and eventually blonde.  I did them all.

Did you know that to take a brunette to blonde, the colour needs to be stripped from the hair to its *base* tone under the hair’s pigment?

My first *oh dear* moment occurred during that process.  We discovered to my horror that my base colour was orange.  That explained all those years of fighting a copper undertone in my hair.

… but Naz was always in control and knew what to do.

I did not transition easily from being a brunette to a blonde.  There was an involuntary cringe every time I caught my reflection in a mirror.  It just wasn’t *me*, so after 2 years as a blonde, I decided to embrace my natural colour again for the first time in over 15 years.

The truth was I didn’t really know what my colour was anymore.

It turns out I was gray.  Very, very gray.

2015

2015 – gray with a dash of summer humidity frizz “just for fun”

About a year ago, tired of seeing mostly gray hair every time I looked in a mirror, I challenged the lovely Naz once again to give me a new look.  We agreed on reintroducing enough brown to my hair to reduce the gray to about 40%.  I was happy again.

However, since then Naz has been getting restless and yesterday when I walked in for my regular appointment, she was practically vibrating with excitement.

“Let’s do something different today”, she said hopefully.

I asked her what she had in mind.

“Red”.

“Negatory on the red, Naz.  Nay.  Niet.  Nein.  Nope.  Not a chance.”

I’m pretty sure you can guess what happened next.

We agreed on *plum* highlights combined with my usual brunette lowlights … however it went very, very wrong.

My gray picked up ALL of the red and NONE of the brown.

It wasn’t pretty.  All that bright blood-red in my hair looked like I was bleeding from my scalp.

I was my second “oh dear” moment, but I wasn’t panicking – yet.  It’s just hair and it can be fixed.  Right?

The fix however obliterated virtually all of my gray … and the *plum*?  Well, let’s say I’m getting used to being a red head.

Red

 

 

 

About Joanne Sisco

Retired but not idle. Life is an adventure - I plan to continue to embrace it.
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145 Responses to It’s All About The Hair

  1. Helen Bushe says:

    Electric blue sounds worthy of a photograph. You’re so lucky to have Naz. I do like the latest look too. 😊

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  2. Jeanne says:

    Love the Red…it compliments your skin color nicely…grey…no…my hairdresser says to go grey once you are 75% grey…I think that was the percentage…I have red too…but it does tend to fade quicker than other colors…Just keep them guessing and with a great cut the color is secondary…in my humble opinion. 🙂

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    • Joanne Sisco says:

      Thanks. The reddish-purple is becoming more and more prominent. It isn’t my favourite hair colour that I’ve had over the years, but at least I don’t cringe when I look in the mirror 😉

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  3. I think the color looks nice, but I know it’s always shocking when it isn’t what we were expecting. I had hair to the middle of my back and wanted a platinum blonde pixie cut after the oldest was born. I still cringe when I see the photos. My hair was orange. She didn’t have the stuff to pull the red out and said to come back the next day. I didn’t have a regular hairdresser back then and I didn’t not return to her. There are a few photos of it that color, but I went to the store and promptly dyed it brown and began the arduous journey of growing it back out.
    Your hair journey seems to match your adventurous spirit! 🙂

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  4. What a fun post and aren’t you adventurous with your head! I once went spiky and red but it was too hard to maintain … sounds like a wonderful relationship you have with your hairdresser and love the plum but also the cut!

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    • Joanne Sisco says:

      Thanks Carol 🙂
      Short hair is a bit of a challenge to maintain, but on the other hand, I don’t have hair that’s suitable for wearing long … so, I don’t have a choice.

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  5. Mrs. P says:

    I know what you speak of having gone from 20 years of dying my prematurely gray hair light brown. Each year the brown got darker even though the dye was the same shade. When I reached the point of dying every two weeks to prevent the skunk affect, decided it was time to bite the bullet and go natural. It took several treatments which still had a bit of that orange base to it. Afraid that my hair would fall off, I waited until it all grew out. Fortunately I got the good grey look…the one that people try to achieve with silver coloring. It is now the most complimented part of me, not unusual to get two to three compliments (from strangers)each week.

    Isn’t it fabulous to have a beautician you can trust. I’ve only had two in my lifetime…one in California and now one in Florida. 😁😁

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