Once upon a time I had red hair. It took me awhile to get the perfect shade, but it happened and it was glorious. But then I got tired of going to the salon every six weeks and spending $100 each visit and so I decided to maintain my color at home using henna from Lush. for about two weeks, but then my roots started growing in and for some reason henna doesn’t bond to my roots … pretty much at all. So I started using regular old Garnier and my hair looked like crap. In August I ended up throwing on a box of mahogany brown dye and calling it a day. That suited me just fine and over time my hair actually didn’t bother me too much, even as my roots grew in (in fact, people told me my hair looked great). But then something terrible happened and my hair could no longer be ignored: the lot of my bangs and the hair at my temples started turning gray. Full on white hairs all over the damn place. In the light in our bathroom I couldn’t really tell but then when we were in California in rooms that had a whole lot of natural light, I got a look at just how bad it was and I knew I needed to do something drastic … and soon.
At first I toyed with the idea of going deep, dark brown (close to black) and adding in teal highlights. I seriously, seriously considered it because … well, how awesomely fun would that be? It’s not like I work in an office or interact with anyone who would have a negative reaction to it. Well, except for my mother-in-law, but I’m guessing when I get my tattoo she’ll ignore anything I do to my hair. But I digress. Anyhow … after hemming and hawing I went to the salon where I got my hair cut back in October and talked with the head colorist there. After discussing the maintenance that would be required to keep my teal streaks looking fresh, we decided that going back to my old red color would be the best option; however, I decided to punch the color up just a bit from my old shade since I was looking for something a bit fun. Before getting started, the colorist told me that my roots would be a bit brighter than the rest of my hair, which I knew since … ahem, this wasn’t my first rodeo, you know? (I haven’t had my natural color hair since sometime in the mid-90s). When I walked out, I thought my hair looked cute; definitely a deeper shade of red than I had anticipated, but I could see it probably fading to the tone and color I had requested.
Famous last words, right?
The next night, after just one wash, Alan asked me if my roots were supposed to be fuchsia. Um, no.
And then, things went swiftly downhill.
I was truly embarrassed to be seen out in public.
So, not trusting another salon to do me right, I took matters into my own hands.
And so, I’m back to being a brunette. Hopefully I’ve learned my lesson.