If only I was Aygness Deyn then I could easily get away with changing my haircolour every few days. It also wouldn’t matter what colour I changed my hair into, it would still look good. Not only would I have a whacky wardrobe to fit any look but my petit body and immaculate skin would simply suit any style and colour.
Aygness, ‘the chameleon’, seem to have entered the various catwalks during London Fashion Week with a different hairstyle and a different haircolour almost every time. Still looking as gorgeous as ever.

As it happens, I am not Aygness Deyn. I am an ordinary mother and wife of almost 40. Whilst my body is a reasonable size I don’t have a wardrobe or immaculate skin to suit any colour or style. Despite this I am on my fourth haircolour in almost as many days and still can’t get it right.
There really wasn’t anything wrong with my hair before this process started but I needed a change. Trying to save money I bought a DIY-hair-kit!  And I should have known better. Don’t do it! Well, at least don’t do it if you want to go blond. I have done it enough times to know that you will never achieve the result as glamorously displayed on the box. So when my hair came out in a not so nice shade of orange, I wasn’t surprised. Still, I never learn.

After lots of tears and tantrums in the presence of my husband who helplessly stood there not knowing what to do, I have had two visits to the hairdresser without looking much better and certainly not feeling any better. It is strange, almost pathetic, what strong effect your hair can have on your overall well-being and mental state.

Yesterday I bought another DIY-home-kit. This time I went for a very dark brown thinking it wouldn’t quite come out as dark as on the box. On this occasion it did! It came out exactly the colour on the box!
I haven’t yet had tears, there’s been no tantrums so far and it probably looks slightly better than before so we may finally be on the right track.
I no longer go under the heading ‘mutton coloured as lamb’. Then again, it wasn’t even that. If anything, I probably looked older in my orange hair.
Am I ever going to be happy again? Am I having a midlife-crisis???
Oh, if only I was Aygness Deyn.

Written by Malin Hosie