For some context, I recently submitted the article below as part of an application for a possible new writing gig, they challenged me with the task of producing a 200-word piece about “the first time I dyed my hair.” Here it goes…
The first time that I contemplated dying my hair, I had two choices:
- Embrace the first silver streaks appearing in my otherwise glossy locks as “wisdom highlights” (New trend alert!)
- Admit defeat and obliterate every last trace of those all-natural, non-chemical “highlights” to avoid becoming the muse behind E. L. James’ next novel.
Since I’m wise enough already and I’m not starring in the latest life-affirming Disney film, I settled on option two (case and point on that wisdom theory).
How I felt when I looked in the mirror to discover the first signs of falling into the ‘mature’ category VS. the reality.
As I sipped on my Autumn-appropriate ‘pumpkin spiced’ latte, I was struck with a wonderful (and potentially *awful*) idea…
Why not pay tribute to my favourite red cup by matching my hair colour to the contents of my beloved beverage?
Moving forward with a newfound hunger in my eyes and a PSL in my tummy, I made a “final” pit stop at the mothership to purchase my 2,753rd pumpkin infused caffeine boost of the season, allowing the hairdresser to salvage her inspiration from the remaining froth.
And that is how my PSL-inspired hair was created, featuring copper lowlights at the crown and golden tones through the ends.
I was pumped.
Now all that I need is the corresponding scent… pumpkin spiced hairspray anyone?
Do you remember your first hair dying experience? Share your stories below!