I come from a family of blue-eyed redheads, so naturally I adore dark hair and eyes. So sultry! So unlike my flesh and blood! Moving from Indiana to the southwest was heavenly— not only did I meet swarthy, irresistible strangers, but people here are IMPRESSED with my blue eyes. Trust me, no one cared in Indiana. If you wanna be exotic, ya gotta leave home.
Anyway! Last week, I had an itchy razor finger and desperately wanted to re-shave my head. To keep myself from doing anything rash, I bought a box of Clairol Perfect 10 dark brown hair dye.
Clairol’s swatch looks like this:
Considerably darker than I had in mind. My end result looked like this:
Not bad, eh? Well, the blurry cell phone photo lies. In real life, the dye job was patchy and my eyebrows had a distinctly Groucho Marx flair. Trust me. I couldn’t bring myself to take more photos. I LOVE raven hair, but it ain’t happenin’ on this head. It felt like wearing a bad toupee, and no amount of makeup helped.
I kept the almost-black color for two days, hoping it would either grow on me fade to something less harsh. No luck.
Now for the good news:
1) A bottle of “Color Oops” color remover completely restored my hair to its former glory. After consulting my stylist sister, I risked blindness by using it on my brows. Desperate times, people, you should have SEEN those eyebrows.
2) Sierra, this one’s for you: I still have the nice conditioner that comes with hair dye. A compensation prize of sorts.
3) “Go brunette” was on my list of Things To Do Before 30! Hello, SENSE OF ACCOMPLISHMENT!
See? There’s always a bright side.
I STILL want darker hair, so I may get cocky and experiment with medium brown dyes in the future. Further bulletins as events warrant.