Image: Rosie Waterland
Four years ago, after a break-up, I decided at 4 o’clock in the morning that it would be a fantastic idea to dye my naturally blonde hair red.
So, I wandered up to the 24-hour Coles and bought two boxes of red hair dye. By 6am I was a red-head.
Biggest mistake I ever made.
Not because I hated the red. I quite liked it for a while, actually:
But when I finally decided earlier this year that it was time for the red to go, the torturous process of going back to blonde began. And I don't use that word lightly. It was torturous.
Any stylist will tell you that red is the hardest colour to get out of hair. It has to be done slowly, and you have to do it carefully so you don't ruin your hair. But I was in rush. Once I decided I wanted to go back blonde, I didn't want to wait. So I was really, really naughty.
I went to bunch of different hairdressers and lied about how recently I'd had it coloured.
The first one was okay, she bleached it to get the red out, then coloured it brown:
She said I could slowly go blonde from there.
"Yes. Slowly. Definitely," I reassured her as I left the salon. I then immediately booked an appointment for a different salon two weeks later.