You guys. I’m exhausted. If you follow me on Instagram you already know my crazy hair woes. Let’s start this crazy long epic story, shall we?
Long story long, my intentions were to create a little ombre action to my extensions. I saw this post that Robyn did last week and I thought, that looks easy, right? I bought what she told me (Revlon Colorsilk #71) and applied it Thursday night. Nothing. No change. What the….? (I am not blaming Robyn, her hair looks amazing, mine is just stubborn.)
Then I saw my friend Kaliegh from A Rambling Fancy had ombred her extensions and they looked amazing. I quickly emailed her begging for all the details of how/why and she gave them to me. I ran to Sally’s and bought the bleach powder, developer and a toner and went home. (I guess I’m easily influenced by the people around me, huh?) Funny enough, this was Friday and my real hair (plus extensions) chose to look the best they’ve ever looked while at home in my pajamas. Go figure.
Friday night was spent setting up a science experiment on my kitchen counter and mixing bleach, painting extensions and foiling hair wefts while my son and husband looked on. Can I say that I adore that my husband doesn’t even blink an eye anymore at this stuff? He’s a champ and has seen it all when it comes to at him hair color experiments. Typically he see’s me crying over them, so points for him for not reminding me of all my past failures.
My problems began with how long it took for the bleach to lift the color from my extensions. It look hours and that night I had only achieved a weird putty color. Grayish-beige and just…off.
Saturday morning dawned and I began the whole process over again. More bleach, more toner and the ends still were that strange color. Luckily my good friend Allison was at her hairdressers that morning and I had a conference call of sorts with them to determine what to do. I got out of my pajamas (at 2pm, see outfit #1) and ran to Walgreens for a box of dark hair dye. At that point I needed to re-dye my real hair due to crazy grey hair issues and bought two boxes. I ran back home and dyed my own hair and got dressed to go out to dinner with my husband. The kids were at Grandma’s soaking up time with her before the big move in two months. (It’s sad. I’m trying to convince her to come!)
On our way to dinner (see outfit #2) I ask my husband what he thought of my hair and he answers, “it’s black, I like it more medium brown.” Is it okay to kill him now? Just kidding. Maybe. This poor man has seen waaaaaay too many of my hair disasters and multiple runs to drug stores in the 13 years we have been together. Fast forward through two glasses of Sangria, oysters on the half shell, calamari and delicious tuna with seaweed salad and noodles. Yum.
I woke up Sunday morning and my extensions ended up not looking so bad. They had nice gradations of color and they were blondish at the ends. Winning, right? No. Now my real hair was really dark, too dark for my extensions. (Envision me internally screaming and pretend pulling my
black dark brown hair out.) After two days of painting bleach onto hair and several emails to Kayliegh and calls to Allison I died my extensions back to dark brown so they would match my real hair. The circle is complete. My hair looks exactly like it did three days ago when I began this journey. Jokes on me!
P.S. Why not go to the hairdresser, you ask? Oh, I don’t know. I’m stubborn and I figure I can do things on my own. (I can’t.) I also don’t have a lot of opportunities to go to a salon for 3 hour coloring sessions or have $200 to get the look I want.
And I’m silly because I spent about $60 this weekend to not change my color at all (except to go Snow White dark.) Ha!