Protect the ginger at all costs. Part 2: The Ombré Factor.

On Friday I stated my intention to throw caution to the wind.

Ignore nearly everyone who’d ever had an opinion on my hair.

Dye my hair. Go ombré.

The ombré trend, as sported by Melissa of Suger Coat It, has had me intrigued.

However, when I went searching for “red to blonde ombré hair” I was met only with pictures of Bright, neon, bottle red to black, black to red and a million photos of Lauren Conrad. With whom I am already mildly obsessed with.

I decided if it was good enough for Lauren, it was good enough for me. I figured that ombré would be the best way to try a fun colour – if it all went pear shaped I could just cut the ends off.

Which, considering I have been doing my absolute best to grow out a layer disaster from a over a year ago, would kill me.

So, when Kelly the Hairdresser arrived (that’s right, she came to my home, because she is Kelly from Kelly’s Hair on the Go) we had a discussion about colour.

About ombré, about blonde, about brunette. And about red hair.

And together we decided that seeing as my hair is so red, putting an ombré in would not look cool. It would not gradually lighten or darken. I would look like I had tried colour blocking in a very strange, and let’s face it, very permanent and hair-cutting-offy way.

In short, Kelly did not want to make me look like a dickhead. Which she was too nice to say (and probably even imply).

What Kelly did do, though, was find a workaround. In which she would weave lots of fun blonde foils into my hair, underneath a “veil” at the top.

So that although it wouldn’t technically be ombré, it would represent the gradual lightening I was obsessed with trying to achieve.

And then, because I was going out that same evening, Kelly made my hair look very pretty and special.

All the while putting up with the Coalition of Toddlers Against Mothers Having Any Peace and Quiet, picketing us from behind the security gate.

There were multiple requests for “lols” and “wrinks”. I tried to negotiate:

“Rory, why don’t you go and play with your new doll?”

“I can’t! The boys ate her all up…”

When I made offerings of food, they were rejected.

And by rejected I mean that they willingly took the food, but as soon as they realised they wouldn’t be entering the kitchen – where all the action was – they threw everything on the ground.

It was rather an effective protest, in that it achieved two things.

One. It got them a drink.

Two. It also got them all sent to bed for their day sleep.

And that is the story of how I got my ginger hair coloured extensively for the first time. My hair is not dead. Nor is it a strange yellow colour. Nor does it look like colour blocking gone wrong.

Before, it looked like this:

Now, it looks like this:

And I like it.

Did you like your last hair cut? Does your hairdresser come to your house? If not, why not? I highly recommend finding yourself one – or just calling Kelly!