Geeze, I sound rather obsessive about my hair, given this is my second (or is it THIRD) post about my hair!
Nothing could be further from the truth. I really don’t care about my hair, as is obvious if you’ve seen me. Even if something goes horribly wrong with my hair, I rarely worry about it. Hair eventually grows back/out. No problem. I can look hideous for a while, doesn’t bother me. I don’t have to look at myself.
I do go through periods where I want a change, though, and hair’s pretty easy to change – much easier than, say, my face, or body, or home, or life.
So, as I noted before, I’m growing my hair out a bit. I’m in that “waiting” or “transitional” mode. So, there’s no change… definitely not the satisfaction from growing hair out as in drastically suddenly cutting it much shorter. While I’m waiting, I decided maybe I’d *color* my hair. I’ve colored it in the past. I was a redhead for almost a decade – varying shades of red, in fact. Bright red. Auburn. Copper.
My friend Heather worked in a salon and attempted to put the fear of dye into me. She told me horror stories of the many awful home-dye jobs she’d seen. I’ll admit, she made me nervous. In fact, I started looking at other womens’ hair more carefully, and noting different color roots or odd streaks – and thinking perhaps those weren’t intentional.
First time back in the hair color aisle, I decided to pick up a semi-permanent in “Amber Shimmer”. Not drastically different from my natural color. I was pretty excited, nonetheless, as I donned my old robe and went to work. The end result was a disappointment. In fact, I took before and after pictures – and had trouble telling which was which. I didn’t want drastic, but coloring my hair the same color really accomplishes nothing at all.
Next time out, I attempted to be more daring – I picked up a “Downtown Brown”. I carried it around for a week or two, to build up the anticipation. Again, Heather stepped in to the rescue noting it said “Hi-Lift” and she STRONGLY discouraged me from attempting it at home.
So, off I go again. I exchanged the “downtown brown” for “crystal brown” (which didn’t say anything about heavy lifting or hi lifting or any other kind of lifting). Again, I donned the old robe and got to work. Again, the result was anticlimatic – no one, including me, could tell I colored my hair.
Well, today I ventured into the hair color aisle once again. After much deliberation, I picked up another box (hey! on sale!). I don’t know that I’ll tell Heather the shade name or number. I probably won’t attempt to actually USE it until after my next hair appointment – so if it’s a horrible failure there’s time to fix it or shave it or leave the country before my stylist sees it. So, I plan on setting it on a shelf at home and considering it for the next three weeks. Let the anticipation build.
Maybe if you really want a more obvious change, talk to your stylist. Your hair is relatively short and shouldn’t cost much to color. Anything semi permanant and “safe” to do at home, you’re not going to notice a dramatic difference. Sorry!
Lynette…coming from someone who turned her hair green last week for Thanksgiving…don’t make too drastic a change on your own….Unless you want to do a Brittany and shave it all off!
Too late, Ruthe! I went blonde! Well, my hair didn’t really go blonde, just a bit lighter (so a light brown) but I think I definitely blonde-ified my brain cells!
I don’t know why I won’t just have the stylist do it… I bet her prices would be very reasonable, I don’t think that’s it… maybe I just love the element of danger. There’s not exactly a lot of risk or danger in my life.
Now I want to experiment with darker… and green. Okay, not green.