Bad Hair Day

Last Saturday DH wakes up and looks at me.   “Your hair is really glowing this morning.”   ………..

I reach up and touch my head, a small whimper escapes me.

“I knnoowwww…..”

Ah.   Dyeing adventures.   My sisters and I all used to do our own hair ~ streaks, full dye, tips, whatever we needed.  After all, it’s not like it’s cheap to go to a salon.   I do not know what the prices are like else where, but in Australia it can cost you over $180.00 just to do twelve streaks of dye in your hair. 

Considering that salon quality hair dye is available for $20.00 {including peroxide} there really doesn’t seem much point to getting it professionally done right?

Well, yes and no.   A home dye done well is good, a home dye done bad is a catastrophe of major proportions.  Sister number three had her earth shattering hair disaster at the tender age of 16 ~ a horrible streaking job that made her hair look like a clown wig gone wild.   It was partly my fault and partly the dye’s.   I did two streaks too wide in very bad places; the middle of her head {!!!} and the side. 

And then the dye didn’t take and the streaks turned out neon orange……     There were tears and a prompt redye that left little evidence thankfully.  

Sister number two had streaks and full dyes that just didn’t work.   I mean they didn’t look that bad, but the colour would be off or the streaks not quite giving the effect that she wanted… 

And speaking of colour being off ~ all hell breaks loose on my head the day I decided I wanted to be a red head.   See I am naturally blonde.   Not a pretty honey/golden/strawberry type of blonde, but a mouse brown blonde.   And I am not particularly fond of that colour.   Let’s just put it that way.   {My hair and I have been in a love/hate relationship for years, but that’s a whole ‘nother story.}

So I thought I’d like to change it up and turn my hair red.  Not a far out copper red or anything ambitious, but a nice interesting auburn brown colour. 

It was a mistake to say the least.  Three full dyes later my hair stopped looking like it had been dunked in a vat of radioactive liquid.   Who knew that mouse brown loved the colour red and would soak it up to the extent where it shone in the dark?

>.< ‘

After that episode I still liked being a red head, but I decided that finding the right colour resembles the luck of the draw.   I rediscovered this theory last week when my most recent dye made my hair GLOW…..   Grrr.  Not again….   Mom to the rescue with a spare chestnut brown that went in the next day before I went out in public.

As a result of the bad hair days, sister three goes to the salon to turn purple, sister two has given up dyeing {but she doesn’t need to anyway with her gorgeous melted chocolate hair colour} and me? 

I just play the jackpot and thank my lucky stars that you can redye straight away when it doesn’t work out.  

xox,

bonita

P.s. ~ This was supposed to be be Saturday’s post, but time constraints have left me to swap Thursday’s outfit post with this one.    I hope you do not mind.    ^__^