My hair color was supposed to turn out like this. Since I’m here to tell you about it, you’ve probably guessed that it didn’t.
Now I’ve lived long enough to know that there’s always a risk in attempting the ‘do of a model or celebrity, even if it’s just in the fact that the hairdresser is going to snicker behind my back. There are too many variables that could affect the outcome…different features, face shape, complexion, original hair color, texture, and of course the hair expertise of the one in control. The same holds true when you decide to forego that expertise with a do-it-yourself home job and are faced with shelves of hair color products with images of beautiful models enticing you to choose the perfect hair color. That hair color that’s going to change your life.
Take it from me…it may change your life for at least as long as it’s going to take for the shit to grow out. But you ain’t gonna look like the gal on the box. Not even close.
Even yet, that image is the look I was going for. In hindsight, I should have gone a shade lighter, maybe even two. I even felt uncertainty at the point of purchase. So why didn’t I listen to my inner, smarter self? Well…the girl on the Light Brown box was prettier than the girl on the Dark Blonde box. And besides, how was I to know Light Brown to the hair color industry is the equivalent of the color of a dog’s crap after he gets into the Hershey bars you were saving for the Trick-or-Treaters? Make those dark chocolate Hershey bars, by the way.