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Fast forward to the year of two thousand and ten however and the nineties have returned with a vengeance, thanks to the likes of Abbey Lee Kershaw, championing highlights of pink and blue (much to my disdain).
I haven't toyed with this idea since I last played with my Malibu Barbie. And we all know Barbie is no barometer for all things reality, especially if her size zero waist and ample bust are anything to go by.
Forget the dye I say, we should all just make like Alexander Wang and plait our hair instead or sport a bohemian braid with a side of daisies. Better yet, let's burn our brushes and wear tousled bed hair with pride. I'm sure Barbie and Abbey Lee won't approve but at least we don't need to colour coordinate our hair with our flare.
Fast forward to the year of two thousand and ten however and the nineties have returned with a vengeance, thanks to the likes of Abbey Lee Kershaw, championing highlights of pink and blue (much to my disdain).
I haven't toyed with this idea since I last played with my Malibu Barbie. And we all know Barbie is no barometer for all things reality, especially if her size zero waist and ample bust are anything to go by.
Forget the dye I say, we should all just make like Alexander Wang and plait our hair instead or sport a bohemian braid with a side of daisies. Better yet, let's burn our brushes and wear tousled bed hair with pride. I'm sure Barbie and Abbey Lee won't approve but at least we don't need to colour coordinate our hair with our flare.











































