So this year, on Mother’s Day, my sweet husband surprised me with a cut and color at my favorite salon here in Phoenix. I went and was pampered and my hair looked uh-mah-zing (well, I thought so!).
I was SOOOO excited after that! I love how light and fresh new hair can make you feel! Don’t you?
Well, my hair dresser/cousin-in-law strictly told me, “You better come back in 6 weeks!” I smiled and said with confidence, “I will!” Well, here we are, 5 months later, and I never went back. NOT because of her at all, but because of ME! As much as I absolutely LOVED how she did my hair and would love to go back time and time again [especially since she just married my husband’s cousin and we love to support family!], I simply cannot afford the $100+ that it costs to have my hair done. Believe me, it was worth the money, but I don’t have it in my budget right now [or for the past 5 months, eep!].
SO, enter the box color. Seriously, box color makes me cringe and excited all at once. Sometimes you can find a good color, but since I am light headed and love me some highlights, box color tends to be my last resort. And, since I have a really good friend who is a hair dresser, my newly married cousin-in-law [seriously, I don’t even know if that is a term] is a hair dresser, and my little sister went to beauty school, I’m sort of embarrassed to admit I even resorted to a box. I can hear their groans now. lol ;)
So, we had a rough day yesterday [becoming the new norm, unfortunately], and as I was grocery shopping, I decided to pick up a color. I even text messaged my sister and asked if she thought it would work. She said she wasn’t sure, but that I could give it a try. I should have stopped there! lol
I came home and quickly applied the cream on my hair. 30 minutes later, I was near tears.
What is up with the whiteish grey streaks?? I know there’s a technical reason for this, but I was not ready to go spend tons of money to fix it. So there is whoops number…oh I don’t know…we’ve got lots of whoopsies in this here post, people. All I can say is that I am embarrassed. SO, how do you fix one big oops like this?
Buy another box color, of course! You think I’m kidding…
I’m not. [I can hear more groans…] Tonight is a blog trunk show I am going to that I am really excited about, so I absolutely HAD to fix it. And because, like I said, I don’t have the budget to have someone do it right, I went out to Walgreens to get another color.
This is what checkout looks like when you’re tired, had a rough day, and need a pick-me-up. So off I went, home to re-dye my hair and pray to the Lord Jesus it turned out okay. This next picture really doesn’t show the color well:
I actually like it. It is a few shades darker than my natural color [shh…we are not admitting that we’re not a natural blonde anymore]. It has a slight reddish tint to it, but I think it will wash out nicely to something I can live with. Oi. I guess I need to take some fashion advice from my two year old.
Have you ever had a box color fiasco? Tell me about it! Oh, and Happy Friday, all! :)