I got my hair colored earlier this week. I've never had this done before. Had it highlighted now and then but never colored. It was time for a change. I wanted something different.
I told my stylist I did NOT want to be blonde. No blonde. No. No. No.
We looked at those silly little hair samples. It's like trying to chose paint color for a 20 ft. x 20 ft. room by looking at a 1 inch square paint chip. Experience has taught me that paint on the walls NEVER looks like it does on the paint chip. Why did I think hair would be any different?
My ideal color was light brown. Pretty simple, huh? Not asking for too much? Just light brown.
My stylist assured me she could do light brown. Not a problem. I trust Robin. I've known her forever. We were good friends when I lived in town. Heck, she was in our wedding!
Long story short, my hair is now blonde. And red. Sort of blondish-red. It looks different colors under different lights. But it doesn't look light brown under ANY lights.
I'm not sure where things went wrong. Actually, it's not a horrible look so I can't say it actually went wrong. It's not flaming red and it's not punk pink. I don't need to hide it under a hat. But it's not light brown either.
Years ago, I joked that I was going to take Jamie to Robin and ask her to make my hair match his gorgeous auburn/mahogany/cinnamon/fawn/russet coat. I never intended to actually do it! Maybe I should pull Jamie out of retirement and start showing him again, since my hair now matches part of his fur.
The Farmer has started calling me Red. He thinks he's very clever. I tell him at least I HAVE hair.
In six weeks, we'll give "light brown" another shot.