...Are not the words I would use to describe the current color of my hair. More like, "Still as brown as ever, but with a weird, distinctly not neutral brassy undertone." Dang it!
I don't know what possessed me to do this. I haven't had my hair cut or highlighted in about six months, and it was in about as natural a state as it has been since age twelve. I was liking it. But pregnancy makes my already super-thick hair even thicker and poofier, so it's also been getting on my nerves. And then I strolled down the beauty product aisle of Meijer, and a box of ash blond coloring caught my eye. I started thinking, "Usually when I've colored my hair in the past, it kind of tames it down for awhile. Maybe I'll go blond again!"
Except that before, when I've been blond, it's been the result of months and months of repeated highlights at an actual salon, with actual hair stylists who know how to mix dye. It has not been the result of globbing on a box of Clairol Nice'n Easy.
So, that was a waste of time! And I probably inhaled all sorts of noxious chemicals which are terrible for the baby, and now I feel both guilty and foolish. And very annoyed that my hair is, if anything, red!
Maybe I can sue Clairol?
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There was definitely something about being pregnant that put me in a "This pregnancy mask and Rosanna Rosannadana hairdo just aren't cutting it" mindset so I can definitely understand where you're coming from. I'm currently sitting here with two tone brown hair and like 6 inch roots and I'm not sure that I care.
Thanks for being the first to comment on my blog btw! Many points to you :-)
My hair is totally cheesing me off. It looks so dull and flat--a black hole of hair, absorbing all light and shine. I am just ITCHING to dye it. Bright fake red, I was thinking. It feels so mousy the way it is.
Don't feel foolish. I once had a ridiculous home-dying fiasco that ended up with my hair being most black, but with weird cherry-red, blonde, and WHITE spots splotched throughout. I had to go get it professionally fixed. I thought the stylists would make me feel stupid, but they seemed to view it as a challenge. I'd just go get it fixed somewhere, if you really hate it.
Well, kudos to you for being brave enough to just do it. I'm sure it's not as bad as you think. I'm always afraid to do anything to my hair. I think I was 23 before I finally even highlighted it. Now it's so grown out it looks bad, but oh well. I have left my hair long for a while, because I refused to be one of those women who cut off their hair while they were pregnant. I don't know why. Guess I thought I had a point to prove. What point? Anyway, so my hair is so long it's now driving me nuts, and I don't have the patience to keep up with the coloring anymore. :P (But I did curl it on Sunday, made me feel a little better.)
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