I dyed my hair purple and pink at the start of the summer… to cheer me up after a pretty crap couple of months, you know.
Most of the color has washed out, but there is still quite a bit of pink.
Well, I am in a play that takes place in the 1940s. It opens in 3 weeks. My character wold definitely NOT have pink hair.
So I did what one normally does. I bought one of those boxed dyes in my natural color. Boxes that I have used plenty of times before with the usual results.
My hair is now a brassy orange, bleachy color.
Honestly, I was legitimately crying last night. I was so upset. I did not have it in me to deal with this too. I tried calling around to salons to go pay a ton to get it professionally done. But because it is Sunday, everybody closes at 6.
Which is stupid. Why? Augh.
Thank goodness I don’t have students until next week. But I do have professional development today. I have it up with a ton of mousse and hairspray, to try to mask how awful it is.
I am hoping to get out early so that I can rush to a salon and pay a bunch for them to fix it.
Why it happened this time, I’ll never know. But it really makes me sad.
It looks so bad.