You may or may not have noticed that I have been very quiet on the blog, Facebook and Twitter over the last few weeks. By any standards, those weeks have been incredibly challenging. I don't really do these kind of feelings posts on the blog by choice but I feel like context is important in this post. I qualified in December (I'm officially a solicitor now, yay!), and started a new job as in-house counsel with a huge American multinational in Dublin, which is pretty much my dream job about five years earlier than I expected. The transition from apprentice to newly qualified is quite daunting in itself, never mind starting out from scratch again, but you have to seize these opportunities as they arise. I worked a good deal from home over the Christmas break, and started 2015 off with the best intentions.
Unfortunately, on 13th January, my lovely Nana passed away peacefully in her sleep, completely by surprise. I feel a profound sense of loss that the only connection I had with that generation is now gone forever- it's almost like I've lost a part of myself. I cannot believe we will never have a discussion again, that I'll never have the absolute pleasure of her company again. So I haven't really felt like blogging or even felt like myself since. I was also struck with
farmers lung a pretty nasty chest infection- I actually went to the doctor I was so ill- no small feat for me I can tell you, finished course of antibiotics yesterday and feeling much better. I just feel like the last two months have been a period of huge change and my spirit has been so suffocated that I have not had the heart to blog. My bad mood sprung to the fore when my marine engineer manfriend headed back to the sea sea sea on Thursday for the next few months. I kind of felt like I was in a funk and I decided just yesterday that there was only one thing to get me out of this funk- a new 'do. I duly booked an appointment for today and told them I wanted a colour change and that I wanted to go back to blonde. You know when you just need something to shake you up- THAT. I loved the balayage, and I will definitely indulge again, but I needed brightening up and something different.
I've had balayage now for about 18 months now- which, considering I was blonde for the 10 years before it, was a miracle. I did love it but I was bored with it, I wasn't really making much of an effort anymore and I did promise myself before Christmas that I would change my hair up in the new year. My hair had also gotten very long and was in dire need of a good chop. When I arrived to the salon, the girl on reception was shocked that I wanted to change the colour because she loved what I was already sporting- and I admit I did have a second of 'what the heck am I doing?' but I persevered.
I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with my hair today but I knew that I wanted to be considerably lighter leaving the salon without jeopardising the quality of my hair. I discussed more balayage with my stylist but ultimately opted against that- I didn't want blocky colour. Instead I decided to go with a full head of meche highlights. The poor hairdresser must have put 200 meche packets in my thick hair and my neck was struggling to hold the weight of my head but I didn't even have to go under the heat or need a toner so I'm glad I went with the one colour.
Balayage- what balayage? Safe to say that any trace of my tinted lengths were obliterated. I'm chuffed with the results and that the colour lifted so much in just one round of highlights without looking too golden. It's hard to capture the actual colour with artificial light. I also had three inches lopped off the ends- good riddance to bad rubbish and all. It's not too dramatic to make me feel like I am looking at a stranger in the mirror but it is definitely dramatic enough to stir something in me again. I think I forgot how much I prefer lighter hair on myself.
I'm chuffed with the results and that the colour lifted so much in just one round of highlights without looking too golden. It's hard to capture the actual colour with artificial light. I also had three inches lopped off the ends- good riddance to bad rubbish and all. It's not too dramatic to make me feel like I am looking at a stranger in the mirror but it is definitely dramatic enough to stir something in me again. I always loved being blonde but just got sick of the maintenance.
I already feel like my mood has lifted at least 10 notches and I'm glad I did take the plunge. It was exactly what I needed, and I'm looking forward to adjusting my makeup now in light of my new 'do. I know it sounds superficial, and I'm no psychologist, but the difference a haircut and bit of fake tan has made to my mood today is actually immense, and I'm seriously interested in looking into the psychology of hair now. If any of you are feeling down and out or a bit bluesy, I strongly recommend a trip to the hairdressers ladies!
So thanks to everyone for the lovely supportive messages over the last few weeks whilst I was in my funk and make sure to let me know what you think of my new 'do in the comments below!