One of these days, I’ll really need to slow it down just a smidge with the amount of torture I put my hair through. If it had a choice, I bet my hair would want nothing to do with me. This is seriously the worst shape it’s been in, ever since I started messing with it in 2008.
My hair grows so darn fast that a month after bleaching, I had almost an inch of re-growth. Normally, I’d shrug it off and not care but the blonde was turning brassy and the pink, orange.
The plan was to take a break from the red and go full blonde. Smart cookies would have taken a break from the bleach but obviously, I am not a smart cookie. I did score ~highly intelligents~ on an IQ test I took today, though. I didn’t take it online so therefore, IT MUST BE LEGIT. Just sayin’: I’m not a dumb (fake) blonde and the bleach hasn’t gotten to my brain.
Whenever I work on my hair and whenever anyone asks me for bleach-dye advice (not saying I’m qualified to be giving out hair advice… I mean, LOOK AT MY HAIR RIGHT NOW), I always say to give your hair time to rest in between processes. Guess who ignored her own advice last Saturday? The girl with the crunchy hair, that’s who! I left the bleach on for two hours (don’t judge), which is basically TOO FREAKAN LONG and gave it about 45 minutes to rest before subjecting it to more peroxide. I wasn’t about to go out with banana yellow/pale yellow hair and look like a bleach n00b.
The red was really hard to get out; I understand now when they say it’s one of the hardest colors to get rid off and that it’s best to do in stages. Well, I don’t think I’m going to bother. I could either leave it alone or chop it off. Or both.
After bleaching and dyeing, I mixed some mayonnaise (nasty stuff, how can anyone put this in their food?) and olive oil in a bowl, slathered it on my hair and left it in for almost an hour. I have a feeling that if I didn’t do that, my hair would be in an even more terrible state. I was supposed to do it again yesterday and leave it in for at least six hours but guess who was too hungover and took three naps in the middle of watching a movie?
I’m going to need all the hot oil treatments and stinky mayonnaise-olive oil-egg yolk concoctions in the world if I don’t want to end up like Amor Hilton.
(Webcam photos here.)