But I've had this box of dye sitting under my sink for a while, and it was growing impatient. Each time I opened the cabinet I could hear a little "pick me!" coming from it's dark, bottle-cluttered recesses.
Last weekend, I finally relented.
I suppose the real reason behind my aversion to action, was that the color I had bought wasn't really the sort of color I usually choose. It was a dark chocolaty brown. I kept debating whether to just take it back to the store or not. Finally I just decided to take the plunge. I mean, my hair is already brown, how bad could it be? Right?!
Well... my hair has grown a lot. It's quite long these days. It's thicker than it looks, too. And it came out JET BLACK. But not completely. I had patches of my natural chestnut peeking through. Nice. I looked like I could be related to this fine creature.
He's lovely. But it didn't work so well on me.
So, since one of the reasons I kept putting off dying was because Shane likes my hair RED, I bought two more boxes of hair dye. Reddish-brown this time. (Sorry no pics of my blotchy black hair.)
So... What do you think?