So, I can admit when my hair looks orange.
And it was definitely orange.
I had dyed it myself Thursday night to save money. (One box of hair dye: $8. Vs. One trip to the salon: $150). But it didn’t come out quite like I expected. Rather than a beautiful blonde, I was one-part radio active, one-part pumpkin seed and one-part sunset. Sunsets are at least pretty I guess. (Note my use of shadows, so I can live in denial).
I sucked it up and went to work Friday pretending it was just the awful lighting at my office that made it scream ORANGE from about 30 feet away. But as soon as I got to the comfort of a fellow blonde, my friend Stephanie, I cried out for help. It went something like this:
Me: Um, ya, so I kind of dyed my own hair because I was trying to same money. And I’m not sure if I like it.
Her: Oh. Well, ya. It IS cheaper. Um, it’s not bad, per se. Hmm. Well maybe we could add some brown to it.
Me: I don’t want to be brunette. I want to be blonde.
Her: Hmm. I’m really thinking we should just dye all of it brown.
Me: Sigh. Fine.
And so, the two of us treked off to a Sally Beauty Supply story. Luckily, as Stephanie says, my hair guardian angel was looking out, because the woman at the store was a licensed colorist. She went through the options and we decided to give the blonde another shot seeing as how she said any brown dye would make my hair look dark gold at this point – too close to orange for me.
These are the instructions she gave us:
For those unfamiliar with hair dye, you should know that each step translates into about three products, 60 minutes and enough damage to make me sincerely worry my hair will start to fall out in clumps.
Basically, I had to do a special treatment to bring back protein (I’m pretty sure the product wasn’t vegetarian friendly). Then, I had to re-dye it blonde with a special ‘no red’ additive to get the autumn orange out, then I had to tone it to get the hair to look less bad-80s, and more Pamela-Anderson. Then I had to condition again. Then, well, lets just say some eyebrow dye was involved.
– Here you see some of the product mixed together, a paint brush and Stephanie donning professional grade rubber gloves.
– This picture right here is SACRED. You have just been allowed inside my secret hair dying life. Never speak of this again.
And this, well, this is the after-after picture.
Much better, right?
I expect my roots to grow out in about three seconds from now, but I’m liking it for the moment. Mostly. I think.
And, for those wondering who the heck Stepahine is, here’s a pic of the two of us before we went out Saturday night:
Super fun times
And thanks for fixing my hair Stephanie!!