Everyone has a different coping mechanism to deal with stress. Some people smoke, some people beat their spouse, some people watch movies, some people sleep…. well…. I dye my hair. Or rather, I used to.
WOOOHOOOOOO!!! Didn’t see that one coming, did you?
Well over the years(probably five years) I’ve dyed my hair three or four times.
The first time I dyed my hair I dyed it a reddish brown color.
Considering I was, what, 13, this could have been worse. But it’s still pretty bad. This was one of my innocuous acts of rebellion.
My second dye job was to a really dark color. My professed intent was to cover up the natural blonde highlights in my hair. It’s true, I hate it when the sun bleaches my hair. But it also goes beyond that. I’m a stress-dyer.
And so my second dye is probably a failure.
My third wasn’t so bad. I tried to do right by my hair and got a special kit with a color that I thought would match my natural color so I wouldn’t have to dye it again. It also had a highlighting thing with it so it wouldn’t look obviously dyed. well… yeah. Here’s the dye.
As it turns out, I didn’t take any pictures of myself with this new dye. By the time graduation and picture taking season came around, the roots had grown out.
So now I can see my greys again and there’s a big difference between the dyed parts and the roots and I honestly don’t know what my hair looks like without dye in it.
So I’m going to take the plunge, walk into a salon, and get all my hairs dyed to match the roots. Probably in a week or two, though, because I’m currently broke and have no idea how I’m going to fill my gas tank until Thursday when I get my first paycheck. Aaaahhh college life.
I’ll post a picture of the final product, though!