*warning: excessively long post ahead. before + after pictures that are in no way professional and display a love of bathrooms/mirrors/ipads. moulting hair fears. bad humour*
When I was a little girl, I wanted to have black hair – as black as Aquila’s sister in The Lantern Bearers, which was so black she could almost comb sparks from it. (Or that’s how I remember the description going. I can’t look it up because my beloved books are an ocean away right now.)
But I’ve never yet had black hair, always brown. I loved the stories where the heroine had plain brown hair. I could sympathise. I thought my hair was … a nothing. A sort of bland, brown, and boring mixture that simply existed.
It took me many years to appreciate my hair for what it was: beautiful. When the sun shone, different strands looked like spun gold. In the summer, it would lighten – if I went outside, of course. Which didn’t always happen. I am a bookworm after all.
But I’ve pondered dyeing my hair (mostly blue because it’s so THERE and shockingly so) for years now. Not because I didn’t like it, but because … I could. And suddenly, quite by chance and entirely by impulse – I had a hair appointment booked.
… and still no idea what kind of colour I wanted it.
THE ELIMINATION PROCESS:
- Blonde was ruled out because I couldn’t envision myself as a blonde. Like, the image didn’t compute in my mind.
- Black was discarded because I couldn’t quite picture anything that didn’t look terrible on me (I’m still saving this for another day … dun dun dunnn.)
- Blue was thrust aside because a) I’d only feel like having blue hair on Thursdays and not every day is a Thursday and b) I’m a bit quirky but I don’t think I could live up to having blue hair all. the. time.
- Highlights were tossed because I wanted a CHANGE OF COLOUR dang it! And a big one.
So I was left with either a dark brown (NOOOOO!!!!) or red. I went with the red.
THE ACTUAL DYEING THING-Y
I bussed, and arrived five minutes late (I accidentally went past my stop and had to ride the bus until it came back. Yes. You may laugh.) I’d call the saloon I went to ‘boho chic’. It was actually in the hair dresser’s home and it. was. fabulous.
Was I nervous? Not really. I was excited because I was going to be a red-head.
The colour was mixed and applied. It felt a little odd at first, but I really liked the smell. (Wut? It smelled like change and adventure.)
And then it was cut.
And then I couldn’t stop looking at myself in the mirror.
I have a semi-permanent red dye in my hair – which means that slowly the colour has been fading (I quite like that about it; new shades of the same colour), the first few showers looked like a blood bath and my towel looked very disturbing.
It’s been four weeks now, and my roots are beginning to peek through – but I quite like the effect.
Do I like my hair? Heck yeah! It’s awesome. I look back on my brunette pictures and I don’t have a smidgen of regret.
At work, some colleagues thought I was a new recruit. So, if you’ve committed a heinous crime of say – putting the milk in first before adding the boiling water to a cup of tea, you could dye your hair afterwards and no one would know you!
(But I would. You utter heathen.)
ALSO: Don’t go into this red hair business expecting to develop either the bare rudiments of Gaelic or a Scottish accent because guess what? It doesn’t work.
I am, of course, immensely disappointed.
ALSO: Maybe don’t go about telling people that you’ve dyed your hair in the blood of your enemies. You’ll get some strange looks.
PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT
I know, I know – I’m being hysterical and dramatic but I’ve just showered and my hair literally MOULTS after a shower. It’s been doing this before I dyed it so I can’t create a clickbait horror story (‘I dyed my hair and what happened next is horrific!’). But it could be because:
- my diet has changed
- I am more stressed than I think I am (I am?)
- TWIST! My hair always sheds like this and I’m only noticing it now because the house has wood/laminated floors.
If it’s my imagination, I’m going to sue it and tweet angrily about it. And if it’s my reality, I am going to rock some killer wigs. (I’m thinking pastels. ALL THE PASTELS!)
Thank you. I just wanted to get that off my chest and out of my hair … literally. (Too much?)
… and thus is the transformation of my hair completed. On the left – me, in the beginning, before I paid someone to lop my hair off. On the right – me, after I paid someone to soak my hair in blood!! Muhahaha!
Have you dyed your hair? Did you like it? Do you have difficulty with died/dyed because THE STRUGGLE IS REAL MY FRIEND!
11 thoughts on “hair dyeing adventures [Story Time]”
Looks totally awesome!!!
Thank you 😀
Rockin the red!!!! Looks awesome on you!!
I admit I’ve never dyed my hair either. Thought about it occasionally. I have the same brown hair as well and it’s long… but in case you’re worried that I’m secretly your clone, it’s not as long as yours was in the before pic!
I AM WORRIED. BUT NOT ANYMORE FOR THIS AWESOME. I SHALL HENCEFORTH DUB YOU MY TWIN. HELLO SISTER CLONE!
And brown hair – our brown hair – is beautiful, while I’m enjoying the red, I know that I’ve always got my natural look that I can grow out.
SISTER CLONES UNITE TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD!!
Oh my goodness, you look so different! But I like it! Looks awesome!! 😀 I’ve never dyed my hair OR had it cut because I’m a weird person who doesn’t do well with change. XD
There’s nothing wrong with not liking change! It took me years to get around to doing my hair.
AND THANK YOU VERY MUCH!
I love your hair both before and after, and your before hair is not boring at all! But, how lovely to experiment and try out a red, you look good with either colour and hair length 🙂
M & Bear
Thank you very much!! It’s been a really fun adventure.
Thanks for stopping by!
Got fresh blood, come back, you can ruin some more towels