You can never have it both ways. One year into my platinum toned-silver, then blonde, then salt and pepper hair journey experiment, I began coveting rich browns. I felt washed out, old and bored. So, the week after I was interviewed about going gray naturally for the New York Daily News (they only used one lame quote--I have no colorist, by the way--and didn't include a photo) I did what I said I was going to do on social media and went for the '90s plum brown.
I liked it for a week, then it faded too red-pink so I toned it a dark ashy brown that currently reads as black (and still has subtle purple underneath) yet will hopefully settle after a few shampoos. But the second I see articles like this about white-blondes and the Buzzfeed lists full of cute 20somethings, "27 Impossibly Pretty Reasons to Go Gray This Summer," I feel pangs of regret. There's no going back, though. (I also saw the co-op of my dreams listed online the day after I signed my contract and put down a 10% deposit. This is summer 2014's theme.) I recently went on what I think was a date (73% of women don't know when they're on one, so I can't be blamed) and was told, "I liked your pictures with blonde hair." Oh yeah? Too bad. It's gone and it's not coming back.
Darker may seem counter-intuitive for ushering in summer, but this is just the way it must be.