Anyone who knows me well enough (including my work wives) would tell you that when it comes to beauty, my creed is “more is more”. As much as I love, admire, and (unsuccessfully) attempt to emulate the chic effortlessness that Sydneysiders are oft renowned for, my Slavic roots have their own plans. Having ricocheted between OTT looks such as full scalp bleach blonde, on to mahogany, waist-length extensions, all within the space of a year, when I found out the latest colour trend for this (hot mess of a) year was copper, post-quarantine seemed as good a time as ever to try something fun and fresh. Remaining very on-brand with being noncommittal, my colourist and I agreed the best way forward for both the integrity of my strands, as well as, frankly, my mental health, was to dabble in a semi-permanent colour. Don’t be fooled – with this method, the results are still visible, albeit a lot more subtle and manageable than permanent dyes. Also, semi’s gradually wash out with shampoo (but not entirely.)
Full disclosure, this latter point turned out to be my saving grace. Although I loved the glossy rosé hue as I stepped out of the salon, that crush turned out to be very fleeting indeed. Cue that very same afternoon, me doing a complete 180, fuelled by rage and regret, cursing myself for making such a brazen beauty decision. In all fairness, the colour itself was lovely – the fact that the red pigment emphasised my naturally ruddy complexion, was not. To my relief, every consequent shower saw the dye gradually wash down the drain, and only two months later, I was back in the salon chair for a much more safe and suitable, cool-toned colour (which I will detail in an upcoming feature). Moral of the story? Have fun and experiment with your mane, but know what suits you and your skin tone, and make a considered choice with the help of your hairdresser. And don’t let the chaotic energy of 2020 push you into an equally permanently chaotic choice, just for the sake of change.