Today's flashback is a college one. My junior year I decided to take matters into my own hands one evening and attempted to highlight my own hair. By myself. With a kit from the drugstore. Here in my own words is a journal entry highlighting my idiocy.
Hashtag Epic Fail.
{from September 10, 2000}
Hahahaha. I HATED my hair for that whole Fall Semester before I was able to finally get it fixed. It's amazing how something so small and seemingly inconsequential could be such a big deal, but it was! It seriously affected my whole life that semester. I was so embarrassed with how it looked {and especially the reason WHY it looked the way it did} that I felt like I wasn't ever really able to be myself. I felt super self-conscious all the time {even more than I usually did} and COULD NOT wait to get that train wreck fixed. Hahahaha. Eventually everything was righted and I could finally breathe and be ME. I'd like to say that it was my youthful vanity that caused me to develop such a complex over a little thing like a {bad} change in hair color, but that would not necessarily be the case. You see, earlier this year around January I tried to take matters into my own hands once again and re-dye my hair after my original foray as Crystal Brown. However, rather than go back to the tried and true shade of Crystal, I went with a shade of "light golden brown" instead. Big mistake. Huge. I've never hated my hair so much in my life. Especially since it was topped off with a SUPER terrible haircut from a random hairdresser at the local JC Penney salon when my regular girl was on maternity leave. I seriously avoided looking in mirrors for a couple of months because I hated what I saw so much. The color was too red for my complexion (which already has a lot of reddish undertones} and the cut was like a bad, updated, "modern" version of "the Rachel" haircut from the 90's. It was horrible. I tried to find a picture to post right now for posterity's sake, but apparently I was avoiding cameras as well as mirrors at the time. Hahahahaha. Oh well. Live and learn, right??? I'd like to say that I'll never do something that dumb ever again, but we all know that's not true....one thing I need to record of my stupidity before I forget -- okay, note to self: DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT ever attempt to highlight your own hair ever again! I tried to do it Friday night after the Fall Fling and I totally botched it up and it looked yellow at the top of my hair. So, I spent all Saturday morning at Von Curtis Academy trying to get it fixed and I don't know what I was thinking with that because that didn't correct the situation. Now my highlights look really good, but the hair around it that they tried to dye back to my original shade of blonde now has a more yellowish-goldish-almost strawberry-blondish/orangish tint to it. It's not that it looks really bad, it just doesn't look really good. So, let's just say I learned a little lesson from this. Now I'm just waiting to save up a little money to go to a real place and get it fixed. On that note, I need to go to bad.
4 comments:
I visited Heidi and Thomas when they lived in Tuscaloosa, and I told Heidi I could highlight her hair. I had been a receptionist at a hair salon in high school and watched it done so many times! So I convinced Heidi, and it was awful! First of all, we did it after a long day of swimming, and we were so exhausted that we fell asleep while she was processing! Then we took the foils out and the highlights were, kid you not, three inches away from her scalp. It was awful! She colored her hair back the next day. I have always wanted to color my whole head with something from the store, but I feel like brunettes have an easier time of doing that than us blondies.
that is hilarious! and i totally agree -- it's a lot easier to do at-home dye jobs when you're not blonde. brunettes apparently can have a lot more fun. hahahaha.
my comment never made it up! here goes again...
i totally remember that night in college your junior year at the cooper condo. messing up hair sux. my hair is currently a mess and i need an appointment bad! but why oh why does it cost like $100??? bugs me!! i keep putting it off thinking i dont care how i look, but reality, it does matter, i'd have a little more bounce in my step, especially since i'm starting to feel like a whale.
Oh man... I remember trying to do something like that in high school the night before a multi-stake youth conference. I think I cried and made brian bring me to a drug store to get dye to cover it up. It was awful....
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