Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Megan Wood Blog #14 (personal)

I have a confession to make: the color of my hair the past several years has not been the product of my genes, but of a convenient box of dye available at every drugstore around. I’ve just never liked my natural hair color – it’s flat, boring, and doesn’t match my complexion at all. For the most part, my luck has been pretty good, and no dying disasters have occurred. My luck ran out earlier this week.

The last few months, I’ve been making small adjustments towards a less-blonde, more-brunette sort of appearance. I had been relatively happy with the results, and thankful to not be spending salon prices every time my roots needed a touch-up. An offer from a manager at work (an experienced colorist herself) to do an official dye and high/lowlight job never came to fruition, so I had resolved myself to being satisfied with what L’Oreal had to offer. Then Britney (not her real name), another co-worker, offered her services. She would do a full salon dye job, in a medium blonde that was a few shades darker than I currently had,then work in some nice variations, and all I had to do was buy the materials.

We decided to make a double-date of it: her boyfriend and mine would make us dinner on the grill while we girls drank wine and played beauty salon. Right about the time to rinse out the first batch of color, the rib eye steaks were ready, and we sat down to a fabulous dinner. From there, things took a turn.

As we started blow-drying my hair in preparation for the next step, Britney noticed a bit of an unexpected tinge in my hair. We continued on with the drying and brushing, and the truth revealed itself even more strongly by the time we finished: my hair was green. Apparently Britney forgot a major coloring rule, which I was not privy to, having never professionally colored my hair: DON'T MIX BOX DYED HAIR WITH SALON-GRADE COLOR.

So, now I will be going to my normal hairdresser tomorrow to pay a couple hundred bucks to get my hair back to (and hopefully better than) how pretty it was before these shenanigans. So much for never having to visit a salon for color. Moral of this story? Don't trust your friends. :)

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