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So while a roundup of the best root touch-up products might not fill the void of your colorist's magical, in-person touch, they just might help you feel a little more yourself during these uncertain times. Pardon any mushiness, but getting my hair colored, catching up with Cass for a couple of hours, and spending time at the 454 North (a gem of a salon tucked into West Hollywood) rejuvenated my hair, yes, but also my soul. However, I'd be remiss to act like it isn't human and totally okay to grieve the "superficial" services and treatments that used to put an extra pep in our step. Given the current state of affairs, we all have bigger fish to fry than what color our hair is or isn't.
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I do want to point out that the exposure of my natural hair color is nothing to truly stress out over. Of course, an at-home dye job is always on the table, but I don't trust myself with something as potentially hazardous as bleach, so reaching for effective root cover-up products instead has been my saving grace. Photo: me, nothing feels better than fresh color, so you can imagine the state of my strands right now as I'm about 13 weeks out from my last bleach session. (Please, allow me to be dramatic.) By the time I finally make it into the salon-around week 10-I'm practically delirious with excitement. I'm infatuated with my colorist here in Los Angeles ( Cass Kaeding, I miss you!), and she'd 100% confirm the creeping panic I begin to feel around week eight when my roots start to feel unbearable. I've thought about ditching the inevitable damage, salon costs, and upkeep as the years have worn on, but every six weeks as my dark roots regain the monopoly over my hairline, I instantly neglect any fleeting thoughts of going au naturel. Since then, I've dabbled in lowlights, highlights, and full-speed-ahead bleach and tones to maintain my false identity as a blonde. (Or whatever pop star I was currently obsessed with at the time-I also, undoubtedly, sported glittering temporary tattoos and foam platform flip-flops.) I'd tag along to my mom's color appointments, and as she'd get her signature shade of dark brown, I'd sit in the station next to her anxiously anticipating my own fresh paint job: Mary-Kate and Ashley–inspired zebra streaks. I've been getting my hair colored since I was in fifth grade.