Hair Adventure Post October 2011
I haven’t seen my natural hair color since Freshmen year of highschool. Which was like, 2007. I’m a natural brunette but loovvve playing around with color.
After a few color mishaps I ended up and stayed with black hair for the past two years. Which is really long for me.
Example:
Another problem with black: when my natural brown roots came in, my hair looked greasy and greyish. And the last time I re-dyed it, my hair turned black with a blue hint. Eeek. Oh, and you can’t dye over black. Huuuggge problem.
So this past Saturday, my sister and I went to her hairdresser friend Marjorie’s to take me to red.
When your hair is as dark as mine was, you have to strip it, bleach it, THEN dye it your desired color. A process that took roughly 6 hours. That’s right: 6. Hours. At least there was a Jersey Shore marathon on.
After stripping it, my hair turned a light brown with white roots. Which was enough to scare me away from black dye forever. After the stripping came the bleaching. And let me tell you something; I love my hair. And was very good at keeping it in wonderfully healthy condition.
So after the bleaching I was ready to cry.
I mean, just look at how dry and ratty!! Ugh. I could’ve killed myself. And I wanted to go blonde?! SO over that idea.
Next step: Dying it.
Before she would do my hair, Marjorie asked for a picture of the color I wanted. I sent a picture of Ashlee Simpson. I LOVED her red, it was super bright and bold, but not orange. Perfect.
And this was the result:
I know, the lighting sucks and you can’t really see it.
However. I liked the color. It was soooo bright. Very bright and light. Too light. I like the highlights and lowlights she left in. She did an AWESOME job, but it wasn’t exactly what I wanted. Which happens a lot with hair color.
See the problem?
It made me look waayy too pale and my eyebrows too dark. I didn’t feel comfortable with it. My mom said I looked like a pumpkin, and one of my best friends Kyle (who HATES red hair and tried to talk me out of it) simply said “…It’s different”.
And like many girls, I like to feel pretty. And I did NOT with this color.
Next step: Stop at Sally’s Beauty Supply. Marjorie gave me the two colors for when I touched up my roots. So after consulting with the Most Wonderful Sales Associate of the World, I bought the new color. Stayed with the same red, and dropped the copper down a couple shades.
It even looked pretty before it was in my hair!
Yeah I mixed hair color in my cereal bowl with a spatula. What of it?
And this was the FINAL result of the FINAL process!
AHHH THE PERFECT COLOR!!!!!! Again with the weird lighting in my room. I’m not that pale?
Still, THAT COLOR. Ohmygosh. I’m in love with it.
Guh. I looove it. So happy. It should be like this for a while. 4 processes, a combined 7 hours, and help from two wonderfully hair-telligent women, I’m at my desired color :)
