In the past 8 weeks, I have colored my hair 7 times. That’s probably bad.
It started like this: I decided to go red and used a permanent color (John Frieda), which was really gorgeous, but I had huge streaks of blonde where the color didn’t take well in the back. So, I grabbed a semi-permanent (no ammonia) color (Natural Instincts) and colored over to get everything. It was all right, but a little dark. Still, those semi-perms wash out swiftly, and as much as I swim, I figured I’d be set.
I didn’t account for growth and blonde roots. After a couple of weeks, I started looking like one of those sad elderly women, whose gray roots are showing out of their bottle-red heads. So, I grabbed another John Frieda and did myself up right.
Somewhere in the early part of last week, I became extremely tired of having to color in my eyebrows every day. Jeez! And style my hair. Because red hair looks crummy on me if I don’t style it. I was also finished pretending to be a redhead. So, as I have done many times in the past, I grabbed up a lighter shade of red from Feria and started easing my way back into blonde. Ugliest color ever. I gave it a few days, then grabbed a baby blonde from Feria (as I have done before) and–it did not change the color at all. Save for the virgin growth at the roots. Nice.
I had bright, strawberry blonde hair and white roots.
Last night, after pricing out color corrections and the amount of time it would take, I gave up and went back to WalGreens for another semi-permanent color. This time a L’Oreal in a dark brown. To kill the freakish red. So, I have a dark reddish brown head of really well styled hair.
Thank dog it’s just hair, and my husband likes it. (And it’s still not as bad as that time a salon gave me chemical burns!)
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