I am 35 years old. I know better. One day I'll learn; today's just not that day. I had another mishaps with hair dye. I know by blogging this misadventure, I will suffer the wrath of my sweet hairstylist. My mother will probably call after reading and roll her eyes in disgust and lecture me on not going to the sweet stylist. My father will tease me endlessly. My husband will careless. Like I said I'm 35. This shouldn't matter, but it does.
I don't think I was this angry when I was orange.
I wanted a change. My roots are terrible, there's a few hints of grey and the brown is starting to look brassy. I figured, like I always do, this is way cheaper. Plus I can do this. Hello Ms. Clairol! I'm going darker not lighter, so it couldn't be like the Orange Hair Nightmare of 2001.
Around 2001, I dyed my brown hair blonde. Actually that's a lie. I dyed my brown hair orange, Spalding Basketball Orange, or so the paint chip says. Thus leading to the Orange Hair Nightmare of 2001.
I picked a dark brown color because the medium browns matched my hair and I figured I have to dye again since my roots are so dark. I eeny, meeny, miney moed it and picked this lovely shade of dark brown 121A.
Pretty right? I thought so. I followed the instructions. The only thing I didn't do was leave it in for 25 minutes. I left it in for 20. After cleaning up various parts of my forehead, ears and neck, not to mention the counter and carpet (I stained the carpet), I waited and the rinsed.
The result was nothing like the box. Nope, I wasn't dark brown, I was black. And I was freaked. I looked in the mirror and screamed a nice expletive. Great. I quickly started texting photos to the husband. The color in the photos didn't look as dark - why why why? He texts me saying "it's not black". I'm texting him and yelling "the photo is wrong it is much darker." I try to tell him that I need a hair appointment tonight to fix it. He tells me to give it a few days. I roll my eyes. To add insult to injury, I look in the mirror and realize I look like an out-of-shape Wonder Woman, because of my red tank top and blue undies. Way to go idiot.
I text a good friend who tells me she loves it. I have an internal conversation with myself that went something like this: "Maybe I like it. If she likes it maybe I like it. She would honestly tell me if it looked terrible. Let's fix that make-up. See? Pretty. No, it's still really dark. Crap. Oh crap! I have to get Lizzie from Mother's Day Out. They are going to think I'm running from someone or maybe they think I'm depressed and emo. Why didn't I finish taking this black nail polish of my nails from the Gala? Get it together, you shouldn't care what people think. Care about what you think about yourself. That's what people see. The inner beauty and how you truly feel about yourself comes across in your personality. Are you believing the garbage you are telling yourself right now?"
I talk to myself a lot. Probably not a good thing to admit. Any rate, I went to pick up the kiddo and the first thing I hear is "Did you do something to your hair?" The shame covered my face. "Yes," I said sheepishly. I explained that it was way too dark. I was told with my coloring it looked great. Yay! I feel better.
This is NOT dark brown
I take on more photo of myself. To be sure that it wasn't as dark as I thought; it's still dark. I send it to the Hubbs who text back, I kind of like it.
He tells me later change is fun and good. It's good to try new things and it looks good. He tells me to give it a week before I decided anything. I agree.
I'm not overly happy with the color. I'm tolerating it. I think I am more worried about what others are going to think and say to me (or behind my back), especially those closest to me. I shouldn't be. I should be focused on how I feel. I know that's a major part of my problem and has been for the majority of my life.
Let me leave you with some advice: 1. don't dye your hair without seeking out a professional. 2. If you do decided to skip that idea, cover your floors and counters and practically anything you don't want stained. 3. Remember don't worry about what others think. "But the Lord said to Samuel, “Do not look on his appearance or on the height of his stature, because I have rejected him. For the Lord sees not as man sees: man looks on the outward appearance, but the Lord looks on the heart.” - 1 Samuel 16:7