As I've mentioned before, I'm going to be Katniss for Halloween this year, as a celebration of the last movie coming out. I have also for some time been curious as to how I would look as a brunette (I feel like heroines in most my favorites YAs are brunettes). So I decided to dye my hair for the very first time.
I have done that really sketchy temporary dye that's basically spray paint twice for Halloweens before, once as a very upset child being Ariel who decided it was not worth all the annoyance, and once my first year of college when I did a temporary brown for my MERCIFUL pre-NaNo costume. But I've never done real dye before, so this was a big step for me. But I wanted a change, I wanted to see what it was like, and I wanted to take a chance.
I bought two boxes of hair dye (two because my hair is ridiculously thick) a week or two ago, and I wasn't planning on dying it for another week. But this week, three of my five roommates decided to dye their hair (all of them have done it before and only one was really a major change), so I got excited and decided to get 'er done. So yesterday evening, my roommate Becca, who is experienced in such things, dyed my golden-ish hair brown.
There's your before shot. (And yes, I have had that t-shirt since I was like 12.) Then Becca got to work painting in my roots. Because I am a sensitive little butterfly, it did burn a good bit, mostly at the front of my hairline and the very back at my neck. But it didn't seem too alarming, so we rolled with it. Becca blew on those spots a couple times when it got too annoying for me. In the meantime, we watched some Stephen Universe, which is Becca's favorite show. She then spread the second bottle of dye out across all my hair. As we got towards the end, though, she got really nervous, because she was just about out of dye and there were still streaks of blonde peeking through around my head.
While we considered the merits of possibly getting a third bottle of dye, Becca used the very last drops to even everything out. We decided it wouldn't be a problem, because the little blonde bits would work like highlights, adding depth to the whole thing. It wasn't too egregious, after all.
So then it was time to put it in a plastic bag to sit for a while before Becca helped me wash it all out, which was a very interesting process.
After we washed my hair, Becca blowdried it for me and then it was time to take a billion selfies while I tried to decide how I feel about it. I'm still not sure. It's taking some adjustment, which is to be expected when you've had the same hair color for so long. I keep thinking it's like a wig or something. But I'm pretty sure I do like it!
The picture below is from today, with adjusted makeup. I'm liking it! But no, I'm not keeping it forever. I promised myself before I did it that I wouldn't keep it, because my natural hair color is too precious to me. Also, dying hair is a lot of work! But for right now, this is pretty fun.
Thanks for checking out this post! Hope you like the hair, and I'll see you again for Top Ten Tuesday.
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