This weekend I decided to have one of my best friends dye my hair blonde.
I’m a fairly impulsive person and I like change. And this was one of those times when I woke up in the morning, decided I needed a change, and did it.
And because I am detail-oriented and extremely logical (not) I only bought one box of dye, not thinking about the fact that I have three times the amount of hair on my head as a normal woman (for real, my hair is thick, thick, thick. And long.) My friend started dyeing my hair around 10 p.m. (after Sally’s was closed) and about five minutes in, I said to her, “Wouldn’t it be terrible if we run out of dye because I have so much hair?”
Fast forward almost an hour. I have three sections of hair left and we have no more dye.
I died.
Not dyed. (There’s a difference.)
My hair was dyed. (Well, part of it was.)
And because my friend is awesome at dyeing hair, she figured out a way to take some of the hair dye from my underneath layers and apply it to the sections at the top of my head.
Crisis averted.
Sort of.
After washing and drying my newly colored hair, I realized that evidently it’s not that easy to make a brunette a blonde using a seven dollar box of hair dye from Sally’s.
My hair was lighter than before. But not blonde.
Because my hair had been dyed red perviously and faded to a lighter golden color, it took some of the blonde dye and that was fine. But my dark brown roots which had grown out did not take any blonde at all.
The result?
Ombré hair.
Now, let me make a disclaimer here and say that I do not keep up with pop culture at all. I didn’t even know what ombré hair was until a couple days ago, but evidently it’s popular with celebrities. (Thank you, Google, for enlightening me.)
So now I’m super trendy with my not-blonde hair and my dark brown roots.
Observe.
Maybe this is a sign that I shouldn’t go blonde.
