Over the past month, I have learned that purple shampoo isn’t just like normal shampoo & there are a few crucial things you need to know before you hit the shower:: Another visit or two to my main hair man + some more purple shampoo sessions & I’m confident I will get that perfect grey-brown I’m so obsessed with. My brass is still present in certain lights, but it has DEF.
#WILL PURPLE SHAMPOO LIGHTEN BROWN HAIR TRIAL#
I wanted to do a personal trial run before recommending it to anyone, so I’ve been washing my hair with purple shampoo for about four weeks now & have seen some major results.
(Blondes, don’t click out just yet, I’ve got some much-needed purple shamps tips coming at ya!) I know what you’re thinking– isn’t purple shampoo just for blondes? I mean it says so right on the bottle? False false false!! Brunettes can totally use it too, and if you’re on team ash like me, you needed to start yesterday. I’ve heard about purple shampoo before, but it wasn’t till this interview w/ the uber cool Wesley Bird that I actually considered it something I should be using. Which brings me to (d-d-d-drumroll please) PURPLE SHAMPOO! When it comes to orange hair, I am extremely impatient, so I decided to take matters into my own hands. I recently went to my hair guru to correct the brass, & although we got some of it out, it’s a process that involves a few spaced out visits to the salon. I am team ash all the way, so the fact that my hair has decided to pick up brassy tones is driving me off the walls. Lately, the biggest hair battle I’ve been fighting is BRASS. It’s a never ending love/hate relationship.
Luckily, due to past experience, I’ve learned to never ever follow through on that one. On the other hand, when I have those days (sadly, this is most days) that my hair won’t do what I want no matter how many products/hot tools I use, I just want to throw my hands in the air & chop it the eff off. He literally has to get me a glass of wine & a magazine to distract me from watching the floor & micromanaging how many inches I see fall to the ground. Whenever my poor poor stylist (sorry Sean!) comes within 3 feet of me w/ a pair of scissors in his hands my palms start sweating, my heart starts beating faster, & the panic attack begins.
On the one hand, I am oddly attached to my hair. It’s my best friend, and it’s also my worst enemy. Hair, hair, hair… oh man the things I’ve got to say about hair.
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