In which my hair becomes a nice shade of magenta
Tuesday, 14 October, 2008 at 11:42 PM ;)
There isn't a memory I can recall in which I remove a towel from my head and everybody screams. That is, there wasn't until tonight.
My friend works for one of the higher-end salons in my town but I have this great deal worked out. A deal that involves me going to her cozy home - or her coming to mine - when it's time to have something done with my hair. Tonight it was most certainly time, so I went to her. There was a color and cut on the agenda, and since I've been turning gray since my early 20's (thought covering it for only the last year or so of that time,) we had lots of work. Cover the new growth, touch up the highlights (completely unnecessary - just a fun thing I discovered a while after I started covering the gray,) then another shocker. Tonight I told my friend, "It's all yours. Do to my hair what you would do to it if it were yours. Completely. Cut and all."
;)
She's been holding her tongue for a long time, and so for a while she thought I was going to change my mind. For some reason, although the decision was fairly spontaneous, I knew I wouldn't change my mind. And I didn't.
But first the color.
As the towel came off for the second time, sure enough, I let out an involuntary scream...as did my friend. See, my highlights? They were not unlike a color you might call "magenta." There's nothing about this that I am exaggerating. I can't stress how bold and unnatural the color was. And how accidental.
Back under the cape, giggling at the shock, friend covers all my hair again, with a nice... Brown! It's already been a long evening - albeit fun - but I'm keen to stick around to get this little accident remedied.
Only the third time the towel came off? Not a whole heck of a lot different! I mean, sure, the highlights now more closely resembled a dark, newish penny. But still? Not quite a color you're going to find in nature.
"Dry me," I told her. So she did. And by the time she was done, not only was I completely in love with my new Six Inches Shorter style, but the color had grown on me, too.
There's a part of me that wishes I could just wear my hair this way for fun and not think twice. I'm thinking twice. I'm thinking three times. And I'm blogging my quandary.
Tomorrow morning I will teach my seniors class. I think I'll see what the say. And I'll see how many weird looks I get when I run my errands afterward. Then I'll decide. I have an appointment tomorrow night to have it toned down a bit. Just can't quite decide. I wish the photos were slightly more accurate.
Thoughts? Live a little? Decide that hair doesn't have to always be a natural hue and have a ton of fun with it 'cause why not? Get myself back over there as soon as possible? Here's your chance to "be the boss of me." If I hear enough shrieks of "Woman, what are you thinking???" I'll keep my appointment. If not, you never know...
Cool cut, though, eh?
Reader Comments (6)
Look at Mimi's nice red hair!
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I LOVE it. Seriously. If the photos are accurate it is bold and beautiful. Love it, love it. I must see you in person! I can't really see the cut in the picture. I think it's fun for a change... you can always go back in a couple of months.
It's fabulous. I think it's a great change-go for it! The cut is great. Enjoy this change.
I went "fire engine" red the night before my high school gradution, and to say the least, it needed toning down, but there's nothing like wearing a stark white dress with BRIGHT red hair. It was a 24-rinse box color, but lets just say it lasted for 4 yrs. OOPS.
I think this on the other hand looks great...if you think it's too bright, get it toned, but I think it's great. Mine however wasn't!
As a girl with hair ADD, I may not be the best one to give my 2 cents here, but I hardly ever listen to that particular advice when I give to to myself, so... I have had many, many truly Horrible Hair Moments in my life. When you experiment as much as I do, it's just going to happen. My advice: Use this time to pretend you ARE the kinda girl to WANT magenta hair. You know you're not, but it might be fun to pretend you're that bold for all the fellow shoppers in Target. Pull out your old combat boots. Add a little eyeshadow. Play! Be Melody The Bold for a week. Do it because it stretches you a little. Then go back and do whatever makes you feel wonderful. By the way - it look beautiful in photos.
Love these comments. Thank you!
Yesterday's sad discovery was that my hair looked nothing like that second picture. Nothing. If it had, I'd have left it. As it is, I went back last night for another round of color and things are back to normal now. No more orange on my head, which is pretty much how I found things yesterday morning.
On to other things! :)
I love it!