Bryce
and I got hair cuts and I also got mine colored this past Saturday by
my sweet sister. She is the best and she does such an awesome job. I
didn't do anything drastic, I just stuck to the usual dark brown I do
every couple of months to shine it up and cover my roots. I was
reminded of a post I wrote on my old blog a couple years ago when I was
still single and had a traumatic hair experience so I thought I would do a re-post.
Hair: A journey through the color spectrum
(proof of the once upon a time blonde hair)
(this is what she was going for)
So she went to her sister, who conveniently was a hairdresser. She explained the color she wanted her hair, and they dove into the process. Her sister explained since she had been coloring her hair brown for several years it might be a little difficult to bleach it back to blonde, but it shouldn’t be impossible it just might take a few times. The first thing done was a bleach wash, which would bleach out all of the brown color in her hair. The girl washed out her hair and looked in the mirror. She was distraught at what she saw. Her hair was a sickly, mustard yellow color. She looked like the Joker on batman.
(it was really quite something awful)
She was a little hysterical but her sister reassured her that they just needed to highlight and tone it, and it would be a pretty blonde color. So the next process of highlighting was done, unfortunately with no better results. Her hair was definitely NOT blonde. It was yellow, gross, and she was close to tears with her sickly yellow hair.
(picture something like this)
Her sister explained she probably had too much dye load from coloring it brown for so long so it didn’t process the way it was supposed to. The girl decided she had made a horrible mistake and they needed to color it back brown as soon as possible. They couldn’t put any more color on it that night or it would probably fry and break her hair off. She definitely did not want this to happen. To prevent any more damage from happening to her hair she would need to wait at least a day or two to try and fix it. This meant the girl would have to go to work and school with mustard hair. She was not excited about this, but she disguised it the best she could. She slicked it back into a bun and put a thick headband on that covered most of her head. Despite a lot of self-consciousness, she made it through the day. The next night they tried to color it brown again. They applied the color and let it sit for thirty minutes. She washed her hair and hesitantly looked in the mirror again, not knowing what to expect. Instead of a dark brown color, her hair was now a light brownish orange.
(something like this)
This was not good. The girl bit her lip and held back tears. It was only hair she kept telling herself, they could still fix it. Her sister felt extremely bad that her hair was not working, but she concluded that they hadn’t used a dark enough brown color. She would have to wait ANOTHER FEW DAYS with orange hair before they could try and fix it again. So she stuck to her bun and headband hairdo and unwillingly made it through the next couple days of work (she did skip class to make herself feel a little better). Friday night (five days after the beginning of this horrible experience) they dyed her hair back to the dark brown color it was before. The girl learned from the whole ordeal that the grass is not always greener on the other side. Blonde hair did bring excitement to her life, but it wasn’t quite the excitement she was hoping for. She decided she was completely content with life as a brunette and vowed to never try and change it again.
Since I'm sure you will all want to know here is what it looked like when we were finished, finally back to normal:
-Kami
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