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Apr. 8th, 2005 12:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thejunipertreeI think I'm about ready to break up with blue-black hair dye. Again.
For some reason, ever since the nuclear red fiasco some months back, black dye has not been a visitor in my hair for very long. When it's freshly done, it's gorgeous and shiny and blacker then black black. I wash it one or two times (and I only wash my hair about once every week or so) and it begins to fade to this noxious greenish-brownish colour on the ends. Hideous.
Couple that with the never-ending parade of grey hair slowly creeping through the frontlines and you make for an extremely unhappy Tara.
I've been contemplating going back to red, but that would involve a serious round of bleaching. My body is weary of bleach and toner and one red dye, then another red over top of it. I refuse to allow my hair to go back to its natural state, either. They don't make my natural shade in dye, and for a good reason: it looks like ass on the half shell. Something which I've attempted to explain to my father since I was fifteen and just starting to experiment with hair colour. He never understood this and every single time I change it, he asks why I won't just dye it back to its original colour. Dishwater blonde. Horrifying. He thinks its rather pretty, but considering that particular statement comes from a man who performs self-dentistry, I'll have to pass on it.
This never-ending struggle to keep my hair black is growing tiresome.
When I get paid next week, I reckon I'll be shelling out the money at the beauty supply store to make with the pretty. It also wants cutting, so Angel will be enlisted for some mid-afternoon hair styling on the sly in the office.
For some reason, ever since the nuclear red fiasco some months back, black dye has not been a visitor in my hair for very long. When it's freshly done, it's gorgeous and shiny and blacker then black black. I wash it one or two times (and I only wash my hair about once every week or so) and it begins to fade to this noxious greenish-brownish colour on the ends. Hideous.
Couple that with the never-ending parade of grey hair slowly creeping through the frontlines and you make for an extremely unhappy Tara.
I've been contemplating going back to red, but that would involve a serious round of bleaching. My body is weary of bleach and toner and one red dye, then another red over top of it. I refuse to allow my hair to go back to its natural state, either. They don't make my natural shade in dye, and for a good reason: it looks like ass on the half shell. Something which I've attempted to explain to my father since I was fifteen and just starting to experiment with hair colour. He never understood this and every single time I change it, he asks why I won't just dye it back to its original colour. Dishwater blonde. Horrifying. He thinks its rather pretty, but considering that particular statement comes from a man who performs self-dentistry, I'll have to pass on it.
This never-ending struggle to keep my hair black is growing tiresome.
When I get paid next week, I reckon I'll be shelling out the money at the beauty supply store to make with the pretty. It also wants cutting, so Angel will be enlisted for some mid-afternoon hair styling on the sly in the office.
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Date: 2005-04-08 04:44 am (UTC)i suspect the previous strippage is the cause of your greenish-brown unhappiness. Having never stripped my own hair, I cannot speak from experience. I have, however, witnessed an awful lot of haircolor weirdness/fiascos on the heads of my co-conspirators. You might have the yecch until all the old stripped hair grows out.
also, I might be getting back together with henna. black creme or red powder, I haven't decided. My natural color is decent enouhg until it gets sun-bleached. feh. i join you in shaking fists at natural hair colors.
*shakes fist*