lighten up!

What is it about highlighting that’s so durn addictive? It starts as a few innocent foils “ for dimension ,” and before you know it, you’re blonde. My stylist is the best enabler. It started last season, with some subtle highlights to try and hide the lovely  flat shade of orangey-red I acquired from a home hair color fail. Then two weeks ago, when I went in for a trim, we filled my head with foils, banishing the last of the brass. Two days later, she texted me and said, “I’ve been thinking about your hair all weekend. I want you to come back in to paint on just a few more highlights, if that’s cool with you.” And I...