Your probably reading the title of this post and thinking I am a horrible speller...or if you are a horrible speller you might be wondering how I could be typing this if I was dead. Well I am not dead *shocker* and the title holds no spelling errors. By dyed I mean I dyed my hair for the first time in my life.
I had been thinking about dying my hair for quite some time now, but my hair was the only thing anyone ever complimented me on so I was hesitant to get rid of my one physical feature that people might see as being "pretty". Whenever I go to a new hairdresser I always get asked if my hair is my natural color, followed by a "wow you are so lucky". I wouldn't say lucky...maybe if I was someone who appreciated hair but I am way too lazy and end up putting my hair in a ponytail anyways so it didn't really matter to me.
Well last weekend I not only dyed my hair for the first time, but I dyed it twice in a two day period. It all started Saturday. After breakfast Eric and I decided to head to the PX ( post exchange A.K.A. Walmart of the military ) to see if we could find some tubes to fit our bikes we had so joyously ridden through patches of thorns. They didn't have the right tires we were looking for...but somehow we managed to walk out with a basketball, a water filter, a video game, and hair dye. Boredom can cause you to purchase the strangest things.
The hair dye I had walked out with was auburn/amber red. Eric suggested I go for a brighter red but I had seen way too many red hair dye jobs gone wrong and didn't feel the need for my hair color to be described as "fire engine red". The color on the package looked pretty bright and I imagined that since so many people made the mistake of dying their hair a brighter shade of red than intended that the color they showed on the package was deceiving. Nope. I had dyed my hair, but I dyed it the same color. Go me. Thinking I was about to take a risk for once in my life, I was a bit disappointed with outcome. It was not exactly the change I was looking for. Or even a change at all.
The next day we returned to the PX. Since I had already died my hair, I thought I might as well go for it again right? I wanted something a little more drastic. Eric suggested I opt for blonde but I couldn't see myself as a blonde. That is like switching to a whole other race. How could I betray my brunette heritage? There was no way I would voluntarily subject myself to blonde jokes. So instead, I opted for black. My hand quivered as I picked up the package and headed to checkout.
We returned home and prepared to once again subject my head to harsh chemicals, near gagging smells, and a straight man running the dye through my tangled hair making me scream loud enough with hopes the nearest gay man would come to my rescue. - Yes I trusted my husband to dye my hair. Plus I had someone to blame if it turned out horrible. Kudos to him though because I think he did a way better job than I could of done and I must say I am pretty happy with the ends result. I think he missed his calling. It was definitely the change I was looking for. Funny the things that boredom can lead you to do.
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