If you’re a fan of my Instagram selfies (and let’s face it, who isn’t), you might’ve noticed a change in my hair colour. Just before I went to Lisbon, I had an appointment to get my roots done (the platinum blonde upkeep struggle is real) and decided to go for something a bit different. Pink!

I’ve never had a ‘weird’ hair colour before. Chopping and changing the length doesn’t bother me at all and I’ve had every style from a pixie crop to boob-sweeping length. But it’s always been blonde or brown (and a dalliance with red for all of 2 minutes). There’s something inherently ~rebellious~ about dyeing your hair an unusual colour, and at the age of (almost) 30, I was ready to give it a go.

My hairdressers Rob and Amelia (at Russell Eaton in Leeds, they’re the best) topped up my bleach as normal but instead of the usual toner, they applied a mix of salmon and rose shades to create the look. I didn’t want to go bright, in-your-face candy pink so the resulting subtle colour was absolutely perfect. 

Of course, it almost disappeared after the first wash – apparently pink is just as fickle as red when it comes to longevity. Luckily some Twitter babes told me about BLEACH’s Rose Shampoo and Conditioner which I’ve been using every other wash to maintain the shade. It works like a dream!

When I was thinking about dyeing my hair pink, I did pause for a second to consider my impending 30-year-old status. Only for a second, though. Have a watch of the video above to hear my rambling thoughts on this subject, which include the lines “I’m here to tell you” (cringe) and “it’s something we put on ourselves” complete with impassioned hand gesturing. You are welcome.   

Here’s to never growing up!