This is a follow up to my March post Joining the Dark Side
The gist of the post was that after over a decade of dying my hair blonde I wanted to go back to my most natural color which was a light brown.
I used to be really blonde. I did everything from highlights to Sun In to box dyes to John Frieda Go Lighter Spray blah blah blah. All this coloring seriously damaged my hair. It also put a huge hole in my wallet. I don’t even want to think about all the money I dropped to get my hair done over the past ten years. I could have used that money to buy a new college textbook! Just kidding I stopped buying textbooks pretty much after my freshman year of college…
I turned 22 on April 8th. The days leading up to my birthday, however, my parents kept asking me what I wanted for a gift. After careful consideration I decided I wanted to get my hair fully dyed. No highlights, no lowlights just one color. Before I got my hair dyed I had highlights and lowlights from December; the color was nice, but I wanted one solid color (something I have never done before).
When I sat down I told my colorist, who I absolutely love, what I wanted. Of course, like most of us I have unrealistic expectations of what I want my hair to look like. I told her just to match my roots. As stylists know, this is a very hard thing to do. She pulled out her color look book and pointed to a color that matched my roots. COOL, I thought. The color wasn’t dramatic and it’s what I wanted. However, she told me that dying my hair this color would be a waste because it wouldn’t cover all the previous damage to my hair. So we went a shade darker in order to “grab” all the blonde.
I had no idea what to expect. There was no turning back the moment she started coloring my hair. After washing it out she spun away from the mirror and started to blow dry my hair. I felt like I was in one of those makeover shows where they don’t show you the final result until the very end. When all was said and done all the ladies in the salon kept saying “I love it! I love it!” All I could think was: For goodness sake woman turn me around already!
When she spun me around and I saw my hair all I could do was run my hands thru it and try and process what I had just done. The color was dark. I mean dark. It even looked like there were tints of red or purple in it. She did what I wanted and got rid of the color it’s just a huge shock going from blonde to this extreme.
My stylist, bless her heart, assured me the color will ease and blend together and this tint of red won’t last forever. Going this dark was just something she had to do. To be honest the red color went away within the first week after a few hair rinses.
I am very happy to report after a month a half my hair is a natural golden brown color! The best part of this hair odyssey: I don’t have any roots! I have been outside in the sun a lot too and my hair has been holding up wonderfully. It’s been such a process and I hope I hope this is the last time I ever dye my hair.