Mid-season Crisis of Hair

At this current moment of time, I feel like a giant baked potato.

Today I begin the long and tedious stages of returning to being a Blonde. I have forty minutes till I can unveil the colour, though right now I'm slightly dreading the caramel hues that lie beneath all this tin foil. Seriously people, someone really needs to create a hair dye soon that can transform hair from the deepest chocolate brown to barbie blonde in one go, so that I can have my Jekyll and Hyde moments without the nothingness transition colour in between.
I have always liked the idea of living by seasons; blonde by Summer, brunette for the Winter. When I'm older and far richer I want to have Winter and Summer homes too. If I'm rich enough, maybe even Spring and Autumn ones - new york in Autumn is a given; Paris in Spring would be beyond perfect.
I really was beginning to be enjoy having a head of deep reddish brown and I'd been juggling with the idea of maybe not turning back blonde for a while like I had originally planned, but you can only see so many hot blondes without wanting to emulate them - Take Kate Hudson, Sienna Miller, Jeniffer Aniston, Kristen Bell, Kate Bosworth, Cameron Diaz....
Not that there aren't stunning brunettes. Erm hello, Angelina Jolie. Need I say anymore?
But still, I wanted to go back to being blonde again, at least for a while. Turns out, not so simple. Kapow Blonde is going to have to be put on the back burner, whilst I try to make Is-It-Blonde-Is-It-Brown? hair work. For a couple weeks I may just have to tell everyone that my hair is having a crisis of identity and be done with it. Let's just see. I'll let you know just how train-wreckish it looks later.

Fingers crossed,
J. x