A Hair History...

Skincare, I love. Cosmetics, I adore. But when it comes to hair I've never really know what works best for me. I chop and change every day regarding what colour I want; wondering if I should remain blonde, return to brunette, or venture into the world of red...

I'm at a complete loss. I'm unhappy with the way my barnet looks and don't quite feel like I've found my style yet. When I was a teenager my hair idol was Debbie Harry - I became obsessed with the messy, unbrushed, bed head look and repeatedly brightened my hair with half head highlights. I'm naturally a mousy blonde and loved adding a bit of oomph to my colouring. I stuck with this look for years - it was easy to manage, fun to dress up and, ultimately, young.

When I met my boyfriend everything changed. Dumbstruck in love I did a Jessica Simpson and decided to dye my sunshine locks brown in order to match my new beau. Big mistake. The home colour kit reacted badly with my salon treated hair and transformed my mane into a purple mess. I'd just started working at the BBC and had to leave the colour to settle in for over a week before my hairdresser could see me. Let's just say over those 7 days the question "what happened to your beautiful golden hair?!" was asked at least 3 times an hour.

After much discussing with my hairdresser we decided the best option was to dye my now nearly lilac toned hair dark brown. I was anxious as to whether of not the colour would wash me out and nervously starred back at my ever changing reflection. To my relief it worked amazingly well; the purple nightmare was washed away leaving glossy brunette locks. In a matter of seconds I instantly felt like a woman.

Whilst the brown hair looked amazing to begin with, the roots soon started to kick in - and that's when the problems began. Blonde roots on brunette tresses mainly come across grey - not a good look in any way shape or form. Having to step up my yearly dye count in order to tackle the problem, my barnet soon turned into a dried out, split end infested, protein weakened mess. It's a times like these I really wish I'd never started colouring it in the first place.

Reluctantly I went to the salon and had it all chopped off. Initially I hated it. In the space of 10 months I'd gone from a glossy beach blonde to a bobbed brunette; every time I looked in the mirror it felt as though someone new was starring back at me. My friends were openly split about my short do - some copied it, others claimed it made me look like a boy. I soon grew to love it; yet the growing out stages weren't the most chic period of my hair's life...

I'm now back to blonde; in fact, it's pretty much similar to how it was during my teenage years. I don't like it. At work when I catch my reflection it always looks dried out, flat on top, bushy on bottom and generally not well kept. I'm not sure where to go mainly because I don't know what suits me best. Has anyone else been in a complete and utter hair rut? How did you find your way out?!