It started with an intense hatred for my roots.
I had grand plans of swearing off bleach the entire October. It’s not really that hard, since I do go at least a month in between bleaches but having learned about bleach baths and the wonders of virgin coconut oil as a ~damage minimizer~ a couple of months ago, I’ve been finding excuses to BB every two weeks.
While my hair from the front looks nice, the back is a hot mess, all frizzy and with flyaways that couldn’t be fixed with a trim. I figured I just needed to let it all grow out past my nape and everything’ll be peachy and shit (that, and switch to silk pillowcases). Thus, swearing off bleach for at least a month. I did it before, I can do it again!
Except those goddamn roots were really ugly and getting darker by the day. They were a dirty blonde that turned brown when I slapped on a mix of Peacock Blue and Pinkissimo on them (seriously, I saw that coming). With my mighty logic, I thought— WHY should I have to suffer with these brown roots (that aren’t even my natural color) when I already suffer enough with monthly bleaches and shelling out money on can’t-find-locally-at-a-reasonable-price hair dye? Don’t I deserve non-brown roots??? BLEACH DAT SHIT.
I thought red was a tough color to get rid of but Crazy Color Peacock Blue and Pine Green seem to even be more stubborn.
There is actually a patch of darker blonde at the back of my head that wouldn’t budge, even after fifteen minutes of letting the bleach sit. I thought of giving it another five minutes but LBR, I’d rather have a patch of darker hair than no patch of hair at all.
Then came a few attempts at understanding color theory. I wanted to go back to pink (which is red-based, I GUESS) and red over green will yield brown (did I get that right?). I googled a bit and decided to do a few strand tests: one with Crazy Color Lavender and another with Crazy Color Pinkissimo. Both fared well and I thought about diluting the Pinkissimo so I could get the nice cotton candy pink I wanted BUT FEAR WAS COURSING THROUGH MY VEINS GOD FORBID I END UP WITH UNPLANNED BROWN HAIR THAT’S WORSE THAN AN ACCIDENTAL BABY so I said fuckit, let’s apply the dye neat and just go with it.
The funny thing is that every time I try on a new color, I start thinking “Man, good thing you work from home, Helga, because this shit is UGLY on you and you best not show your face to the world for a few days.” Before making any drastic changes to my hair, I make sure I’ve stocked up enough food and cigarettes to last me a few days so I can avoid any physical interaction. Just in case.
Well, guess what? I forgot to do that last night. So there I was, applying clown pink dye on my hair while my tummy grumbled for food. Sure, I had several bags of lentils but nothing to add to it but a couple of shriveled carrots. I didn’t even have butter or ketchup to make sketti, Honey Boo Boo-style! Not that I would, because that’s just disgusting.
My DGAF ‘tude has yet to reach People of Walmart levels (just to be clear— no one should ever reach that level. I repeat: no one), so donning a shower cap to get some Andok’s chicken wasn’t an option.
I rinsed out the dye, went to bed starving, and hoped for the best. Woke up and BAM!— Matrona Magenta. Or fuschia. Totally not the pink I was aiming for but it’s not as bad as I predicted.
Taken under fluorescent lighting
Taken on my balcony when it was getting dark out
I kind of like how it’s not even all throughout. You can see some streaks of autumn leaves orange (lol ok, Helga) by my roots but I’m not too bothered by it. The streak of Crazy Color Lavender is very visible, too, but it didn’t go over to well on my roots. I also left the bottom/under bits mint green so I can have some multi-color jazz going on when I put my hair up.
LOL it looks muddy :(
I had to go out today to get cash and food and I wasn’t feeling too confident about my new color yet so I slapped on this purdy gradient beanie that my friend, Jad, made for me. I’ve had it for a couple of months now but I only got to use it today!
The dry flippy frizzy mess I was talking about
Hair needs lots of babying and TLC now and I’m not allowed to bleach for the next four weeks, at the least. I’m not too crazy about the Pinkissimo so I’m glad I have a bottle of Special Effects Cupcake Pink on its way to me.