The Downfalls of Home Hair Dye
When I came to uni I prided myself on the fact that I hadn’t dyed my hair in around 3 years. I’d done the dye thing, done, gone, good. Copper and blonde highlights had been the first step, then completely red – that’s right I went there before Cheryl Cole and Rihanna! – purple for a little bit then in an attempt to return to brown I went black. So I can safely say that most of the colours I dyed it were not the ones I wanted, which it now appears, is ALWAYS the case with home hair dying.
But university appears to have given me back that false sense of confidence in home hair dying. Not a week ago I was loving my brunette hair, which thanks to a little bit of early spring and summer sunshine had got its usual flecks of blonde in. But then for some reason, whether due to a recent break up, or to escape the boredom of revision I decided I wanted to be BLONDE.
Not one to want to do stuff by halves I had the image in my head of me being peroxide blonde for the first time in my life. For the first time maybe even look like my mum who has always been the bright blonde mother with the brunette daughter – believe it or not people have asked if I’m adopted. So it was a good idea. WAS being the operative word.
The first hurdle I faced was that I am in fact a student and don’t have the money or possibly time to go to a hairdressers and sit for hours with my hair in foils.
Secondly came the challenge of how do you go blonde without a hairdresser and highlights? My genius idea, normal home hair dye. My foe in my early teen years as I rocked the bright red, moody, emo, sweepy fringe BUT of course I thought to myself “I’m older and wiser now, it cant possible happen.”
How wrong I was but still my confidence grew further. I threw to the side the first “dark caramel blonde” I had picked up off the shelf of Boots and bought a “frosty blonde”. Now this is quite a considerable colour jump but I WANTED TO BE BLONDE! Therefore I risked it but alas no biscuit.
The blonde I had envisaged in my head crumbled, to a light brown you ask? Oh no, because with home hair dye I am never that lucky. A light brown would have been fair to easy. Instead I am now a ginger. A shade of browny ginger that for a second in the mirror you think you’re fine then step into light and BOOM, you’re full on orange.
Now may I point out I have nothing against ginger hair people. People like Nicola Roberts, Lily Cole and even one of my best mates rock the red haired look without any flaws. But with my dark eyebrows and brown bits still poking through my hair I can safely say I look like a fool.
LESSON: Home hair colouring is not my friend. It never will be. This week I will be re-dying my barnet hopefully back to some similar shade of brown as before. Natural colour is the best. Lesson learned. Next time I’m not going to waste £20 on hair dye and just tell myself NO TASH, DO NOT DYE YOUR HAIR!
When I came to uni I prided myself on the fact that I hadn’t dyed my hair in around 3 years. I’d done the dye thing, done, gone, good. Copper and blonde highlights had been the first step, then completely red – that’s right I went there before Cheryl Cole and Rihanna! – purple for a little bit then in an attempt to return to brown I went black. So I can safely say that most of the colours I dyed it were not the ones I wanted, which it now appears, is ALWAYS the case with home hair dying.
But university appears to have given me back that false sense of confidence in home hair dying. Not a week ago I was loving my brunette hair, which thanks to a little bit of early spring and summer sunshine had got its usual flecks of blonde in. But then for some reason, whether due to a recent break up, or to escape the boredom of revision I decided I wanted to be BLONDE.
Not one to want to do stuff by halves I had the image in my head of me being peroxide blonde for the first time in my life. For the first time maybe even look like my mum who has always been the bright blonde mother with the brunette daughter – believe it or not people have asked if I’m adopted. So it was a good idea. WAS being the operative word.
The first hurdle I faced was that I am in fact a student and don’t have the money or possibly time to go to a hairdressers and sit for hours with my hair in foils.
Secondly came the challenge of how do you go blonde without a hairdresser and highlights? My genius idea, normal home hair dye. My foe in my early teen years as I rocked the bright red, moody, emo, sweepy fringe BUT of course I thought to myself “I’m older and wiser now, it cant possible happen.”
How wrong I was but still my confidence grew further. I threw to the side the first “dark caramel blonde” I had picked up off the shelf of Boots and bought a “frosty blonde”. Now this is quite a considerable colour jump but I WANTED TO BE BLONDE! Therefore I risked it but alas no biscuit.
The blonde I had envisaged in my head crumbled, to a light brown you ask? Oh no, because with home hair dye I am never that lucky. A light brown would have been fair to easy. Instead I am now a ginger. A shade of browny ginger that for a second in the mirror you think you’re fine then step into light and BOOM, you’re full on orange.
- After the dye and in a complimentary light
LESSON: Home hair colouring is not my friend. It never will be. This week I will be re-dying my barnet hopefully back to some similar shade of brown as before. Natural colour is the best. Lesson learned. Next time I’m not going to waste £20 on hair dye and just tell myself NO TASH, DO NOT DYE YOUR HAIR!
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