I don't know if it's the weather.
I don't know if it's hormones.
I don't know if it's an attack of the crazies.
But about once a year, I feel the need. THE NEED. To dye my hair at home.
As Edward is drawn to Bella, I am drawn to the Nice-'N-Easy aisle at the Rite Aid.
Each time, I say, "This time it will be different. This time it won't be a disaster."
Isn't that the definition of insanity? Doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results?
As I went to take a picture for the blog this morning, I was face to face with all of my hair disasters over the years. This is a screen shot of my computer. Take a look at the bottom row of pictures:
There's the time I tried to go brunette:
But it wasn't "brunette enough" for certain people (Bree Despain).
So I went to Walmart. 30 minutes later, it was this:
Two weeks later, it faded to this:
and it settled into a nice greenish dirty blond color. My hair rejected the brunette.
This time around, I tried blond. The first dye job resulted in orange roots.
The second resulted in brassy roots.
Most people would've stopped at that point. Most people are smarter than me.
I tried to compensate by using purple to counteract the brass. The bottom half of my hair turned actual purple. The top half became a bright yellow.
It looked like I had a dead canary on my head. There are no pictures because I cried. I literally bawled my guts out. I woke up the next morning with that sick sinking feeling that you get when you wake up with a dead canary on your head. You know that feeling? Probably not. Because you wouldn't get yourself in this situation.
I went to the store to by some more purple. When I got home, Sam tried to wrestle the box out of my hands. The conversation may have sounded like this:
me: "I have to fix it!"
him: "You've been trying to fix it for 24 hours now!"
me: "But this time will be different!"
him: "Your hair will fall out!"
me: "Better bald that than the Canary-Head!"
I pushed him out and slammed the door shut. Locked it behind me. And like a crack addict who just scored a hit, I greedily tore open the box and laughed maniacally at the mirror. The girl in the mirror showed a lot of teeth, and an entire ring of white around each eye. She was spooky.
Anywho, it only took six dye jobs (no, that is not an exaggeration) to get to this:
And honestly, the picture doesn't do the purple and yellow streaks justice.
Enjoy it now. Because it's all about to fall out.
By the way, I originally wanted to dye my own hair so I could save money.
I spent $60 on hair dye and $30 on deep conditioners. Oh, and $20 on two hats that I plan on wearing for the next few months.
Here's to frugality! *clink*
