Back to My Roots

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.

Red hair with a terrible cut.

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.

Terrible cut, blah color.

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.

You can’t tell the wonderful hairstyle and color from this picture, but they were both wonderful!

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.

And I thought that color was a pretty good match…. can you tell the sun ravages my hair?

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!