I’m going gray. There. I said it. The gray hairs have been creeping in slowly and steadily since my 25th birthday or so, and in recent months, I noticed that I was starting to develop a streak right along my natural part. When my hair was long, the grays were more noticeable. I covered them with a generic box dye and didn’t have much issue. When I cut my hair off two years ago, I was suddenly able to go without dying my hair. The grays weren’t nearly as noticeable, and blended in with the variety of color I had in my hair naturally.
When the streak really started making itself known, I knew I was at a crossroads. While I accept and advocate for the concept of aging gracefully, I’m 32 years old. That’s way too young for me to give myself over to going gray completely. So I decided before I started dying my hair brown, and kept it brown forever, I’d have a short stop at blonde.
I’ve never been blonde. I had a short and horrible affair with wild bleached streaks and highlights in my mis-spent teens (when the zebra stripes were all the rage, ya know?) but other than that, I’ve never bleached my hair completely blonde. I happen to have a great relationship with my hairstylist, so I decided to take the plunge to platinum. I wanted it cool-toned platinum and short short short. I was going for a bit of androgyny with the cut. I’m going to share how I got there (including an unexpected return visit for another round). I apologize for the quality of the photos. These are most iPhone and on the go…
Here I am with my stylist Jamie, and sitting in the chair waiting to get the show on the road:
Jamie originally thought that since my hair is a light brown, that it might lift enough with just a round of color (instead of bleach). So the first round was color:
As you can see, it didn’t quite do what she thought. I ended up with an orangey blond, which wasn’t terrible, but was nowhere near platinum. She cut my hair at this stage too to get some of the excess out ahead of the next round of bleach.
So bleach came next. I thought I’d shoot right to white hair, but you can see by the look on my face, I was not expecting what I got (before toning, to be fair). I’m so glad I caught my genuine reaction! Hilarious.
After she toned it, it was definitely bleached blonde.
As I got home, and lived with it for a few days, I really felt like the color was too yellow. You can see in a photo I took a day later, that the toning faded FAST and it went yellow quite quickly. I’d envisioned a cool-toned white, and it wasn’t quite what I wanted at first.
When I called Jamie and told her it didn’t quite hit the mark, she fit me in to do one more round of bleach and toning. This time, when I left, it was exactly as I’d envisioned in my head:
Slightly silver, maybe a bit purple, I was in love. It’s settled a lot since then and now I have true white hair. I wash it with a purple shampoo to keep the color from going brassy, but so far, I have NO REGRETS. I love it!!!!
I sat down to take some photos for a makeup tutorial, and managed to get a few of how it looks now.
As the growth comes in, I like it even more. It looks a little more modern and dimensional.
I had the most fun seeing everyone’s reaction. A lot of people have called me brave or fearless, and it strikes me as funny. I don’t know what’s fearless about it, except I’m trying to find new ways to express myself, and I think hair happens to be a low-risk way to do so. I’m loving it, and it will be sticking around for a while. We’ll see how the maintenance and upkeep goes, but my hair feels healthy and doesn’t seem too fried. I need a bit of texture put in my very fine hair anyway, so the bleach damage actually works for me. Love my platinum. No regrets! Just for fun, here is a picture of me two years ago, right before I went to cut my hair, and here I am today:
Just a bit of a difference! What do you think? Brave enough to try something new?