When I was about 14, I realised I would never be a natural blonde again. Not even a mousey, bleached-in-the-sun, in-the-right-light kinda blonde. It still hurts to say it but even with a very blonde mother (and brother, damn him) I am no longer a natural blonde.
That said, it never stopped me trying. I have been blonde ever since. I've considered black locks (hello Bauhaus-listening goth self) but never did it for the fear that I'd never been blonde again or that my mother would skin me alive. So with 20-odd years of experience (shit, how old?), it's fair to say I'm a bit of an expert when it comes to going under the bottle and avoiding parched, frazzled locks.
Time to embrace your inner Bardot my friends.Read More