Battle of the Blonde
Today, I decided to conquer one of the greatest challenges of my experience thus far. It required preparation and planning back in September to decide how I was going to handle this major hurdle. I thought that my plan had worked, and that I would be okay, but alas…no.
My roots have started to grow back in.
It’s very troubling for me to admit that, yes, I do highlight my hair. The white blondeness of my babyhood faded sometime during high school, and to stay above the gray area that is ‘dirty blonde,’ I do regular maintenance on my locks. When I got my last fix in December, I prayed that it would last me long enough to when I visited Spain or Italy and spent days in the sun. Didn’t quite work out that way.
I first noticed that there was a problem in Spain a few weeks ago. Or rather, someone else pointed it out to me. My Japanese friend, another study-abroader in Edinburgh, was learning the English words for hair colors.
“You are…blonde?” She asked, tilting her head.
She looked at me very seriously. “Naturally? From birth?”
Oh no. I swallowed hard. There was a chance my friend had never had any experience with highlights, and she certainly wouldn’t understand the troubles of being a 20-something blonde.
“Yes, I am!”
Satoko’s eyes flitted up to my roots. Oh Jesus. “Really.” It wasn’t a question. She stared at my roots.
I realized after flipping through several pictures that yes, indeed, my roots were showing. I can hear the criticisms and pleas: “You are studying abroad!” “Enjoy the hair liberation!” “Don’t waste your money!”
But I couldn’t help myself. With the next two months chock full of trips, aka hundreds of pictures that I will have to show everyone I have ever had any contact with, I would like for my hair to not divulge its secrets. Especially since it is extremely embarrassing for a blonde-from-birth girl to admit that she needs to do something to keep it looking, well, blonde-from-birth.
House of pondering and a box £4.99 Nice N’ Easy later, this blonde is back in business. I felt the Study Abroad Universe punish me once, though; I got the mix in my eye and scared the living daylights out of my flatmates. Thankfully, Mom and Dad, not much harm done. (Although I may need another box of contacts soon). Even if, for some reason, temporary blindness sets in…at least I’ll be blonde.