Tuesday, August 15, 2017

quarter life crisis

Over the weekend, I decided I wanted to dye my hair a super light pink. I guess I was feeling ~edgy~ so I hit up a Sally Beauty and bought this stuff. Naturally, the kids caught me in the act and wanted in on the action. Since I've always viewed hair dye (especially demi-permanent) as a form of expression, I wasn't about to say no.

This is what the color was supposed to look like:
This was the color (along with the purple next to it) on the kids' hair:
Aaaand this is what it looked like once we waited the recommended time and washed it out:
Naturally, we were all totally bummed. So then I went and busted this out. 

Let's just say my days of being a remarkably skilled hair dye novice are fin.
So the first time I used the Splat, I tooootally missed the entire back of my hair. I ended up having to do a second round the next day. Even then, it was horrible. Not uniform, just looked a hot mess. The kids loved theirs though:
So after less than 24 hours I had the "what was I thinking?" and "I am not 19 anymore" realization. Saturday night, I ran to Walgreens to buy some dark brown to cover it up:
Jon asked me if it was fun while it lasted, the response to which was a resounding no. I used to love playing around with hair dye but I forgot what a pain in the butt it is to remain committed to the color. I'm hoping to avoid having to dye it again but I may have to do a light brown once my blonde roots start to come in. I told Jon I think I was having a quarter life crisis or something because the whole thing was SO impulsive.

If hair dye is the worst life crisis I have, I guess I have it pretty good.

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