So in the interests of blog material, lets take a look at my options, shall we?
Make like Dout's here and go a lovely shimmering gold-y blonde. This is sort of kind of a little bit where we're headed, except with much less lash extensions and pouting. It does concern me in part however, that to make this hairstyle look good I would have to a) recreate this hairstyle, and b) shimmy about in a silvery frock on some kind of fur looking very surprised. Constantly.
Follow my biggest hair crush and go ranga. I wish I could, one day I might, but the maintenance...my GOSH the maintenance. The reason I went brunette was to cut down on maintenance. Little did I realise that reversing that procedure would cost every penny I saved (someone should really explain that better at the salon. Just saying). But in my wildest of dreams I do wish for hair as bright as the sun. I know. I dream big.
Platinum. Er, we did just cover maintenance, no? And besides. My eyebrows already almost don't exist. I might not exist if I went this bright. I'd be a headless woman. A platinum headless woman. Total wash out. The mind boggles. Do you remember boggle? Good game.
Some sort of reddy, brunetty, I rather enjoy standing in front of fierce fans style which suits fur (again! I sense a theme...) and casually relaxing on uncomfortable lounges. Unfortunately as my hair fades from my Garnier deep frosted brown it is actually turning red. And not in a good way. So that's a no. Sorry dear lady, you can turn your fan off.