Ok, I know what you are thinking. "Lashonda, no! Drinking it not the answer." It is not a liqueur bottle, it is the hair dye bottle. I have had suggestions to pluck them, get one of those wands to hide the color, make sure my headband covers it, and the list goes on.
Well, I decided to dye my hair. My husbands suggestion, black. I did this color years ago and it makes me look dead. I thought about blond and had the box in my hands several times as I stood in the hair dye section of the beauty supply store. This was a color I visited in college and I remembered the drying effects it had on my hair. Plus I was smaller and I was not sure my now round face was ready for blond.
Looking at all of the different colors of red on the shelf I went with Red Hot Rhythm. My hair has always come out shades darker than what the box suggest for brown hair, so i figured this color would go nice. Now, I am a little scared that it will take on an ashy look. Can your hair look ashy? Hmm. That is food for thought.
As I type this I have second thoughts, but there it is, sitting on my bathroom counter. Calling my name. Telling me to take the plunge. Now, I know you are sitting there thinking, "why not a rinse?" I have tried those and in the sunlight you can see the color, but it does not cover my grays. At least with the dye my grays take on a nice highlighted look.
I am hoping that I do not have to go back to that same shop and get one of those wigs. Wigs are something I have always wanted to try, but never got up the nerve. I am not really sure what my apprehension is with a wig. I mean my hair has always had a nice length but I have worn the same style in my hair for years. Side part gently bumped under at the ends. I have switched it up and had side part, curled up and side part, full layers curled under. This was pretty and thanks to the doobie shop in NJ. A place that is not found in Jacksonville.
I have had those life moments when I had the Salt and Peppa side bob and the Hailey Berry cut, but I come back to hair that I can place in a ponytail when I feel like it. Although my sister made me give up pony tails and I have started to use headbands as my new pony tail. I hate to do my hair.
I love braids, but sitting there to get them done drives me crazy. I have had Janet Jackson Poetic Justice braids(always sat on those), micro braids, shreds(FL's micro braids) and different types of braids designs where my scalp was on fire for a week after because it was like a mini facelift. I have sat for over 18 hours getting my hair braided. I even had a stylist whose kids kept running in and out of the house and she kept taking smoke breaks(not cigs, but she did offer me some of it. I guess that was nice of her, just not what I did.). After 18 hours she was not done, my mom was ready to get out of Newark and my sister found someone to finish the top of my head the next day. I always wondered why she never offered her services in the beginning. Sitting in that house off of West Runyon(sp) in Newark at 10p was not a safe feeling.
Ok, so all of this said, I can not tell you how it looks because I am now off to take the plunge and see what comes out of this bottle. Will my kids run, hiding from the clown. Will my husband laugh until I cry. Only time will tell. I will let you know how it comes out and if it looks ok I will post a picture. If it looks bad, no picture because you all will not have the chance to post my picture on hot ghetto mess.com or some other crazy site.