one week.

So it has been offically one week since I decided to go blonde.

"Why?" is the most common question I have been getting, so I shall answer and tell the story.

I have always said that it would be fun to be blonde, and one package of bleached dye and a bottle of peroxide later, I was an orange, "Dragonball Z" character (as we termed it) redhead. The things of university - my two friends and I in my bathroom bleaching my hair until 3 a.m. Beauty. However, after four hours and three more bleach treatments later at the salon, I have Gwen Stefani white blonde, which as now warmed up a little bit. This was a lot of thinking leading up to it, but after biting the bullet, it's done. My rationale? Why not? It's only hair, and if I hate it I can always dye it back.

So do blondes have more fun?

I think it's that we are so vulnerable, that with the change in hair colour this saying has come about. Going from brunette to blonde, (in a week so far) I have learned that I have to really own it shall we say. People look at you, even those who might not have known before, in a differently. Seriously, I still have moments now that I look in the mirror and I don't recognize that girl staring back at me.

This is all a process. We'll see in a couple of weeks if this whole blondes having fun thing plays out...so far, true. :)

birthday #1.

So today is Barbie's 50th birthday and a good way to start off the week. What girl doesn't remember loving those dolls and having so many clothes and shoes to dress her up in? Although, someone told the story the other day that Barbie's creator was actually bought by some American hot shot, who then forced his wives (I guess he was a divorcee a couple of times) to get surgery to look like the doll. Tall tale or truth? hmmm.

No matter what the stories are, The Bay in Toronto is alive with music and everything pink in celebration for this day. Half a dozen associates were spread about the store handing out pink Gerber daisies and cards to everyone, and leading people into the all Barbie Signature Shop - appropriately adorned all in pink. There is a heaven.

pink.

"Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.” - Dr. Seuss.

bam.

I've decided I needed to take more risks in life. Example A) dying my hair a wash-out red colour that I got from the drugstore. Looked awesome, everyone loved it, had strangers in Shoppers Drug Mart telling me that I had fabulous hair. You think I would keep it forever right?
hmmm.
I got bit by the hair dye bug. One moment I'm happy as a brunette, then next thing you know, two of my close friends and I are stuffed into my hotel-size bathroom with a bottle of peroxide and a blonde dye kit over my tub. The result? Well, three bleaches later on a Tuesday night, I resembled somewhat of a Dragonball Z cartoon character orange hairstyle.
I needed intervention.
Wednesday afternoon, five hours and another three bleaches (and one steam treatment later) I am a Gwen Stefani blonde. So through the pain I'm feeling in my head,I have been blonde for a good 24 hours, and so far it's going okay. Had a little freak out last night that I had made the completely wrong decision ever and killed my beautiful hair, but hey, change is good.

Lesson learned: Go for it. Takes risks, if they fail, there's always another solution around the corner. Literally, it was on Yonge Street of Toronto.