the tale of the blonde hair
Do blondes actually have more fun?
This was a question that had plagued me for years. Why would something so simple so change someone's outlook on their life? Well, that was what I set out to discover when I bought the 'Nice n' Easy' uber-blonde hair dye this afternoon after church. I knew that it would be an adventure.
... or I went to Sally's, picked up some pink hair dye (I'm going to the midnight of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix as Tonks, and a character who generally is described as having pink hair), tested it on a strand of my hair... and noticed only a slightly pink tinge to it.
That obviously would not do.
My mom told me that I needed to strip my hair. Given that I had just driven by a 'cabaret' and steak bar on the way home, some very odd images came to mind. But I digress.
I decided to call into work and find someone else to take my shift tomorrow night for two reasons: 1) I am tired of work and wanted my vacation to start early, and 2) my hair was going to look weird. Actually getting that time off is another story in itself, so let's stick with the one about the hair.
Off to Target, Jamie and I went. We must have searched the hair aisles (all two of them) for almost 15 minutes before we gave up on finding hair stripper (*image*). Since I'd noted that my pink hair dye bottle suggested that I lighten my hair color, I bought some platinum-blonde hair dye and thought it might be fun to test-drive blonde hair for a couple of days. Mom helped my dye it... and she spent an inordinate amount of the dye on my roots, because she was paranoid that I would end up with random dark spots (my hair is a very dark brown). Nevertheless, my hair was saturated, and I waited the suggested 25 minutes for the dye to do its job.
(for stubborn grays, you're supposed to leave it on 45 minutes. Mom promised that this was irrelevant information, and that 25 would be fine)
We watched with great anticipation as my roots went stark raving blonde and the rest... sat there in its gooey dye mess. Mom said it still looked that way because I hadn't washed my dark pigment out.
... ?
I danced in front of the mirror while I was counting down the last couple of minutes. I sang 'Girlfriend' by Avril, noting that she too had switched to blonde recently. This made me feel excited that I would finally get to see myself with blonde hair, instead of just accepting the fact that it would look stupid because it's not right for my skin tone.
Lather.
Rinse.
Uber!Conditioner.
Towel dry.
*stare*
Soooo... my roots ended up blonde. The rest of my hair may have been a shade lighter. Mom suggested I leave it like that and have crap pink hair later on. I had a minor conniption. We went to K-Mart in search of hair stripper (*image*) because Sally's was closed, but noooo. No one carries stripper (*image*) anymore because they want to make my life difficult. Also, they obviously have never tried to go from a dark brown to a light blonde. I bought some different blonde hair dye, and after dinner, we dyed it again, putting all emphasis on the ends of my hair.
The ends of my hair are now a sort of mix between ash and golden brown. My roots are yellowy-blonde.
Eh.
Whatever.
In a day, I'll have pink hair. Hopefully. It could get quite strange.
Oddly enough, my hair doesn't look horrible. Not that it looks normal or anything like it, but it almost looks like I did it on purpose. So, if I find sometime soon that I have to leave the house for some reason... I will pretend that it is on purpose.
In a week I'll be back to dark brown. I might have chosen to try out blonde for a little longer, but as my mom said... I'd probably have to shell out about $50 before I could actually be called blonde.
A half of me is having more fun with this change.
Must be the blonde half of my head.
The brown half thinks I'm quite the idiot.
This was a question that had plagued me for years. Why would something so simple so change someone's outlook on their life? Well, that was what I set out to discover when I bought the 'Nice n' Easy' uber-blonde hair dye this afternoon after church. I knew that it would be an adventure.
... or I went to Sally's, picked up some pink hair dye (I'm going to the midnight of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix as Tonks, and a character who generally is described as having pink hair), tested it on a strand of my hair... and noticed only a slightly pink tinge to it.
That obviously would not do.
My mom told me that I needed to strip my hair. Given that I had just driven by a 'cabaret' and steak bar on the way home, some very odd images came to mind. But I digress.
I decided to call into work and find someone else to take my shift tomorrow night for two reasons: 1) I am tired of work and wanted my vacation to start early, and 2) my hair was going to look weird. Actually getting that time off is another story in itself, so let's stick with the one about the hair.
Off to Target, Jamie and I went. We must have searched the hair aisles (all two of them) for almost 15 minutes before we gave up on finding hair stripper (*image*). Since I'd noted that my pink hair dye bottle suggested that I lighten my hair color, I bought some platinum-blonde hair dye and thought it might be fun to test-drive blonde hair for a couple of days. Mom helped my dye it... and she spent an inordinate amount of the dye on my roots, because she was paranoid that I would end up with random dark spots (my hair is a very dark brown). Nevertheless, my hair was saturated, and I waited the suggested 25 minutes for the dye to do its job.
(for stubborn grays, you're supposed to leave it on 45 minutes. Mom promised that this was irrelevant information, and that 25 would be fine)
We watched with great anticipation as my roots went stark raving blonde and the rest... sat there in its gooey dye mess. Mom said it still looked that way because I hadn't washed my dark pigment out.
... ?
I danced in front of the mirror while I was counting down the last couple of minutes. I sang 'Girlfriend' by Avril, noting that she too had switched to blonde recently. This made me feel excited that I would finally get to see myself with blonde hair, instead of just accepting the fact that it would look stupid because it's not right for my skin tone.
Lather.
Rinse.
Uber!Conditioner.
Towel dry.
*stare*
Soooo... my roots ended up blonde. The rest of my hair may have been a shade lighter. Mom suggested I leave it like that and have crap pink hair later on. I had a minor conniption. We went to K-Mart in search of hair stripper (*image*) because Sally's was closed, but noooo. No one carries stripper (*image*) anymore because they want to make my life difficult. Also, they obviously have never tried to go from a dark brown to a light blonde. I bought some different blonde hair dye, and after dinner, we dyed it again, putting all emphasis on the ends of my hair.
The ends of my hair are now a sort of mix between ash and golden brown. My roots are yellowy-blonde.
Eh.
Whatever.
In a day, I'll have pink hair. Hopefully. It could get quite strange.
Oddly enough, my hair doesn't look horrible. Not that it looks normal or anything like it, but it almost looks like I did it on purpose. So, if I find sometime soon that I have to leave the house for some reason... I will pretend that it is on purpose.
In a week I'll be back to dark brown. I might have chosen to try out blonde for a little longer, but as my mom said... I'd probably have to shell out about $50 before I could actually be called blonde.
A half of me is having more fun with this change.
Must be the blonde half of my head.
The brown half thinks I'm quite the idiot.