Seven hours later ...

I probably shouldn’t bring in photos when I get my hair colored. I always leave disappointed.

After 7 hours (yes, 7 long, mind-numbing hours), my hair didn’t look like the stupid picture.

I understand it’s hard to exactly replicate a photo, so I’m not mad. I could even like my hair; I’m not sure.

It just doesn’t look like the photo. Of course, I don’t look like Carmen Electra so that might be a big part of the problem (maybe all of the problem).

Yeah, so not me.

Apparently, my hair has a lot of red in it. When I was coloring it dark, I guess it always did have a reddish tint. It always washed out so fast, I barely remembered it though. In an ironic turn of events, red is the hardest color to lift out of your hair when trying to go lighter.

So after those 7 grueling hours, I’m left with hair that’s way more red than I intended. Sometimes I feel that it looks orange, but others are assuring me that it doesn’t (I think they’re just being nice).
 
I’m not sure if I don’t like it or it’s just taking some time to adjust to this lighter color.

Kinda orange, no?

Oh, well. I can live with it for eight weeks when again the colorists will descend on my hair in their second attempt to make my hair look like the photo. I’d do it sooner, but in an effort to keep my hair on my head, I’m giving it time to heal. The stylist suggested waiting “as long as I could stand it.”

Until then, I‘m left with more carrot- than caramel-colored hair.

I think I’ll just go running. A ponytail and a Bondi Band hide most of it.