This may not come as a surprise if you have already checked out some of my mom pics or belly pics but I have an addiction to colouring my hair. I know, weird right?
I was born a blonde (my hair was almost white, like Sawyer’s). By the time I turned twelve it had leveled off at an ashy blonde.
I remember it vividly. I was at Woolco and my mom bought me something called Sun In. She said she used it as a kid and if I put it in my hair and went out in the sun it would give me beachy highlights. (Side note: love that my mom was so cool about it. She said it was my hair and I could do whatever I wanted with it. Love her.)
I loved the newer blonder me. For a while.
Then my hair got all multicoloured from the highlights and I decided I wanted a more uniform colour. So my mom took me to Shopper’s Drug Mart where the sales person recommended Castings, a semi permanent colour in wheat.
I loved it. And I realized I loved colouring my hair.
I began experimenting, trying every brand and shade of blonde. I coloured once a month or so, but I never had the guts to do more than blonde.
When I started university I decided I wanted to be different and try red. It didn’t go so well. My mom put on the colour for me and missed some patches etc. I ended up going to the salon to have it fixed.
They gave me a job.
Working there I learned way to much about hair and hair colour for a novice to know.
Fast forward to today. I colour my hair ALL the time. Some people drink or eat chocolate after a bad day, not me. I’ll colour my hair. Barely 24 hours will go by after colouring before I am thinking about what to try next.
The cabinet under my sink looks like the hair isle at the pharmacy. I have colours (professional and drug store), bleach, colour remover, shampoos, conditioners, treatments, and clip in hair extensions in over 10 different shades.
Doesn’t my addiction damage my hair you ask? Well yes, it does. I am lucky though. I have very thin, fine hair (as do most blondes) so it doesn’t break or split the way thicker hair does. Since its naturally straight, I don’t need to blow dry it or straighten it, which helps keep it healthy. I also wash only every few days.
So how much is a lot you ask? Well, my record is seven times in 24 hours. Over the nine months I was pregnant with the twins I coloured my hair somewhere around 25 times. I have been trying to cut back, but since they have been born I have done it six times and they are only four months old.
Why do I do it? Good question. It makes me feel good. It’s something about me and my looks that I can control (unlike body shape, nose etc.) I get bored really fast. I like the attention that comes from drastic appearance changes. I know to much and can do things at home most people are afraid to do at the salon. To be honest, I am not really sure why, or how this happened, but I do know it’s here to stay.
Anyone else out there have a “strange addiction” they’d like to come clean about? Or hey, want some hair colouring advice? Ask me! 🙂