One of the reasons people (me) perform such rituals as hair coloring is to rid myself of those nasty grays. Occasionally I get bored of a color and need a change. I have been coloring, lightening, straightening, perming, bleaching my hair for 30 years. I'm usually pretty good at it. Tonight's encounter with the box o'color is due to the former. That and the fact that my hair was 6 different colors, and not in a good way. Since Halloween is still 6 weeks out, I figured I didn't want to look like the wicked witch of the west - representin' on the east coast. So, with trusty gloves on hand, away I go....
I'm gonna wash that gray right out of my hair...
There are few things I hate worse than having the extraneous color all over the side of your face, your neck, blah blah blah. Fast forward 20 minutes
First comes the rinse; normally the unprocessed color usually rinses out in 2-3 minutes. When I saw that after 10 minutes the color was still rinsing out, that should have been my first clue. Then put conditioner on and finish in the shower. Shake out water, wrap hair in towel and take first look in mirror. If you dont see any residual color on the face/head, thats a good sign. Again, tonite was not to be one of those times. The sides of my face are orange. ORANGE- my hair is supposed to be red....wtf?
This was the second clue...
Hair dries for a bit, remove towel for comb-out and there it is. The grays are gone but my hair probably has more colors to it now then it didnt 45 minutes ago... Absolutely fabulous :( If I was going to join a punk band or if this was 20 years ago, I'd say cool. Now, not so much. So I will give it a few days and try at it again after a few washes and maybe we'll go with a nice boring color like brown, as long as it's just one color. Until then I am feeling very Willy Wonkaish
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