It had to be done. Ever since my last hair appointment, my hair has looked absolutely awful. The highlights were uneven and I had acres of dark roots showing. (My bangs are too short, too, but they'll grow.) At first I enjoyed the brighter blonde hair, but lately it's taken a turn toward the trailer park; gone from flashy to trashy. My brief fling with the cheaper hairstylist is over.
I'm attending a big client function today followed by a weekend-long conference for my community service organization. Yesterday I took a hard look at myself in the mirror. My hair did not say, "Professional writer" nor did it say, "Trusted club vice-president." It said something more along the lines of, "Down-on-her-luck, aging hooker."
I'd been strongly considering dyeing my hair since the beginning of the week. Ignoring the well-intentioned color advice of my co-workers (blue), I selected a dark blonde shade from the drug store last night, knowing that it would probably turn out more of a light brown on my over-bleached hair. I opened the box as soon as I got home, but chickened out and watched "Lost" first. Then I pondered my reflection for a few seconds and realized I couldn't stand to go out in public in that state again.
As I expected, my hair turned out light brown. The good news is that it's a shade that you might reasonably expect to find on the head of a person with my eyebrow color. The bad news is that it's a little bit ginger-colored and it may very well get too reddish as it fades. If I have to, I'll just go with a darker color through the fall and winter until I decide whether I'm going to have another go at blonde highlights. Who says only animals get winter coloration?