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Showing posts with label at home color. Show all posts

Monday, October 3, 2011

Hair Color DISASTER

Over the weekend, I decided I wanted to take my hair (which naturally is a particularly unpleasant shade of dishwater) and turn it into the sun-kissed blonde of my youth. 

After seeing this sign, I felt particularly empowered:


So emboldened was I that I decided to forgo the conventional wisdom of staying within 2-3 shades of my natural color.  I went with this bad boy:


I'm gonna be BLONDE!


Apparently, the hair gods heard my prayers, but instead of "Sun-kissed blonde", they heard "Sunkist".  


 

Ha.







No need to adjust your monitor folks.  Yes, this shade of bright orange is not like the orange hair that redheads sometimes have, or really even like the orange hair of say, a tiger.  This is not a hair color that occurs in nature.  Ever. 

I busted out my trusty laptop and went to Google.  "Orange hair disaster".  "Tried to go blonde and now it's orange"  "Bleaching gone wrong".  I was having trouble finding any helpful information - there were a lot of posts from people in my situation, but the only answer seemed to be "Get thee to a salon!"

Well, if I wanted to spend all that money and have someone shake their finger at me for coloring my hair at home, that might have been an option, but it wasn't.

It wasn't until I Googled "What the f*ck did I do to my hair?" that I found some hope.

Apparently, I had two choices.  I could get another box of lightener, and then some toner, and color corrector, and then dye it the color I wanted.  Umm, no thank you.  I failed chemistry.

Second choice - dye it dark.  A warm dark brown should work. 

So I put that disaster in a bun, hopped into my sweet mini-van, and drove back to Walgreens, but seriously- in a different town.  I was not risking being seen with this fried orange mess on my head. 

Picked up the new color, and headed home.  (Funny sidenote - when I got back into my van, I glanced in the rearview and noticed I had a chocolate milk mustache.  I laughed the whole way home knowing that the checkout girl was probably calling everyone over to review the security tapes of this orange-headed freak she just checked out.)

Long story short, I colored it brown, it stuck. Now I have brown hair which doesn't go particularly well with delightful red blotchy skin tone, but it's better than orange.





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