Monday, January 4, 2010

Hair Drama

So, um. Last week I dyed my hair. It was supposed to be medium brown, except I screwed up. And left a whole chunk blonde across the back of my head.

Medium brown + random chunk of blonde = not pretty. (See? I can do math. Really.)

So. I bought another box. And this time I went to dark brown, instead of sticking with the same shade. Don't ask me why; I suspect we'll never know.

I guess you could describe my hair colour as pretty jet black right now, especially on the parts that were dyed properly. And the random chunk of blonde is dark brown. Except:

Jet black + dark brown = passable.

So yeah. It's not too bad, I can go out and not feel the heat of a thousand eyes staring at me. It's kosher, it's cool. I'm good.

Except my hair is (was?) in desperate need of a haircut. I am not one of those girls who goes out and gets a trim every 6 weeks, much as I'd like to. Last haircut was in April. Split ends and frizz.

Tonight, after my shower, I just grabbed the scissors - the cheap, 3$ scissors that probably should have been thrown out years ago - and, well, this hurts to say, but really, I just chopped.

(I shall now pause as all the girls in the world wince at such brutality and foolishness.)

(Pause.)

Anyway. It actually doesn't look too bad. I think. It's a little shorter than I wanted it to be, but at least it's even.

I just hope the damage caused by cheap blunt scissors is minimal.

And that my hair forgives me.

2 comments:

Kelly said...

My hair is currently whimpering in fear. I think K should confiscate all scissors in your house in case of future rash thoughts!

Cathy said...

What, no pic? After a story like that ;-)

I am completely incapable of coloring my own hair - I always miss a really obvious spot. This might be one of those "couple secrets" I'm not allowed to tell, but my hubby does my hair.