This past summer, I dyed my hair a reddish brown. To me, the color was ridiculously noticeable. To everyone else, the color was ridiculously subtle.
To me, slight change of any kind is monumental change.
This past week, I had noticed that my "mousy brown" roots were overtaking my strands of "reddish brown." I decided that I wanted to be bolder with my hair color and truly make it noticeable. The color I purchased was from Garnier's Ultra Intense Red for Darker Hair collection. Ultra....Intense....Red... these words fully got my attention. The color itself was named "medium intense auburn." That color sounded innocent enough. My hair would be a bold red, but not "fire engine red," or "Dutch tulips red," or "pomegranate red."
In brief, the color I currently have is definitely intense, but it is not really medium or auburn. I look like I am paying homage to Kurt Cobain's red hair. I seem to constantly have a similar Cobainesque frown on my face too, a self-assertion that I feel like I look ridiculous.
I dyed my hair on Sunday afternoon and washed it twice. The drain looked like I had just taken a bath in cherry Kool-Aid.
When I walked into work on Monday, I took the side entrance. As soon as students came into homeroom, they uttered, "Oh my god. RED." It was said with such conviction that I knew that my hair looked crazy. One student asked, "Did you dye your hair?" I had 1,000 snarky comments to reply, but held them inside; I just felt like a complete idiot.
This week has been okay; I've had back and forth moments where I re-evaluate my views on the color. There are, however, still some major issues with it. One of the main issues is that the dye is so strong by the start of my hairline; I've been using large amounts of ivory concealer to cover up where the red remains linger on my skin. I seem to be accepting of the hair color when I am in dimly lit places, but the bright lights of classroom make my red hair as bright as possible, and do nothing flattering for my pasty white skin.
Tonight, I re-watched some clips from My So-Called Life. Garnier should redo the packaging for the color I have and call it "Angela Chase Red." While this color might have looked amazing on angsty, sixteen-year old me, it looks like shit on 33 year-old me.
I just made a Friday appointment to get my hair cut and reversed back to its glorious, mousy brown self.
To me, slight change of any kind is monumental change.
This past week, I had noticed that my "mousy brown" roots were overtaking my strands of "reddish brown." I decided that I wanted to be bolder with my hair color and truly make it noticeable. The color I purchased was from Garnier's Ultra Intense Red for Darker Hair collection. Ultra....Intense....Red... these words fully got my attention. The color itself was named "medium intense auburn." That color sounded innocent enough. My hair would be a bold red, but not "fire engine red," or "Dutch tulips red," or "pomegranate red."
In brief, the color I currently have is definitely intense, but it is not really medium or auburn. I look like I am paying homage to Kurt Cobain's red hair. I seem to constantly have a similar Cobainesque frown on my face too, a self-assertion that I feel like I look ridiculous.
I dyed my hair on Sunday afternoon and washed it twice. The drain looked like I had just taken a bath in cherry Kool-Aid.
When I walked into work on Monday, I took the side entrance. As soon as students came into homeroom, they uttered, "Oh my god. RED." It was said with such conviction that I knew that my hair looked crazy. One student asked, "Did you dye your hair?" I had 1,000 snarky comments to reply, but held them inside; I just felt like a complete idiot.
This week has been okay; I've had back and forth moments where I re-evaluate my views on the color. There are, however, still some major issues with it. One of the main issues is that the dye is so strong by the start of my hairline; I've been using large amounts of ivory concealer to cover up where the red remains linger on my skin. I seem to be accepting of the hair color when I am in dimly lit places, but the bright lights of classroom make my red hair as bright as possible, and do nothing flattering for my pasty white skin.
Tonight, I re-watched some clips from My So-Called Life. Garnier should redo the packaging for the color I have and call it "Angela Chase Red." While this color might have looked amazing on angsty, sixteen-year old me, it looks like shit on 33 year-old me.
I just made a Friday appointment to get my hair cut and reversed back to its glorious, mousy brown self.
