I have to sayhow much I love a challenge.
But oh my goodness have my colour skills been stretched the last two weeks…
My very lovely “Sister in law” decided she had a fabulous idea and wanted to try going for the “grey look” and I happily encouraged her, as she is a silver fox already, so lets do it, and have a change.
She very quickly noted all the grey tones I had recently done, and before I knew it, she was at the basin, her hair in a milky bleach bath.
Let me just say one thing. There are various shades of colour, including grey believe it or not, and she decided she didn’t want the light version to be easy, she wanted the darker smokier version of grey, the kind we cant just “whip up” out a tube.
Needless to say, after a few atempts, achieving the lighter grey, she felt too blonde still, andI was sweating bullets of frustration at not being able to perfect this desired shade.
I had crazy thoughts of using obscene shades of colour to achieve my result, knowing in my gut it would work, but I hadnt had a bottle of Vodka to help ease the sheer panic of what I was about to do.
Hands looking like I had left them in a bowl of charcoal and acetone for a week from not being able to resist getting “stuck in” with my hands in her colour, I had no other option but tomix up my insane mix.
Ive never been so mentally exhausted.
But let me tell you, it worked…
And it is so perfectlly gorgeous.
I have my wonderful, most talented Father to thank.
If it wasn’t for his wisdom and knowledge teaching me from my first early days of how to mix colours, to create your own from what you have, teaching me about hair textures and types, the law of what cancels out what, I wouldn’t be the hairdresser I am today.
He has taught me so much in my life, and hair is just one of them.
I am deeply grateful.