Like any good Thursday, I had no intention of coming to work and writing about my hair.
My hair is pretty, well, unremarkable. I dye it within an inch of its life with the kind of hair colour I most definitely wasn’t blessed with but will try – try being the operative word – to pull off nonetheless.
And the one thing they don’t tell you when you walk into a salon and demand to be bleached from the top down? Your future is looking very expensive. And maintenance? Ugh. Good luck!
But today as I walked in to work hit with a litany of questions about whether I had just been the hairdresser. Did I dye it again? Surely? It was so fresh!
Despite the fact ‘fresh’ doesn’t go close to describing my hair (or me, for that matter) my co-workers and I found ourselves in an impassioned discussion about purple shampoo.
Because like any good, dedicated and (very) fake blonde, I know purple shampoo is serious currency in the hair world.
Since I started dying my hair blonde about five or so years ago, I’ve tried and tested them all. Really. ALL of the shampoos.