Today is day 17 of having red hair and I feel like I may lose it soon. It seems as if my hair has been red forever, not just 17 days. Time flies when you are having fun, but time stands still when you hate your hair color! My hubby keeps asking me “when are you going to take the wig off?” If only it were that easy.
I knew when I started this hair color journey, that blonde hair looked best on me, but I didn’t care. I wanted to experiment and see what it felt like to have other than blonde hair. Now, I know after the red phase is over, I will never go red again. Every morning when I wake up, I look in the mirror to put on my eye cream and see my pure white face with this crazy red hair and I immediately sigh. I start a conversation with myself that goes kinda like this. ” I hate this fu**ing hair? I look horrible, pale, pasty and my wrinkles show even more. Tiffani, just ignore your face, and your hair and only look at your eyes.” If I didn’t have blue eyes that look really pretty with red hair, I would have gone crying back to Tina at the Color Boutique, on week 2, “please help, make me blonde again!”
Funny enough, it wasn’t until about the 5th day that I really started to realize I didn’t like the red. The first few days were fun and exciting but then after all that wore off, I was like “What the hell am I going to do now?” . One of my very best friends, has been telling me, “Tiff, just blog about it, you will feel better.” Ok, Sam, I am listening.
I wanted to tell all my readers how I was really feeling but I didn’t want to be rude to Tina, who so graciously spent 4 1/2 hours coloring my hair. But as Sam explained, I am not criticizing Tina, because she did an amazing job, it is just that I didn’t realize how hard it would be to have red hair. First of all, you need to wear more makeup when you hair is darker. Before the red, I only wore mascara, concealer, blush, eyebrow crap and lipstick. Now I feel like I need eye shadow, foundation and all the other stuff. Plus, I feel like I have to really fix my hair everyday, which is so not my program.
I am a messy ponytail girl. It is rare to see me with my hair down and fixed unless it is curled because I didn’t wash it that day, so I threw in some hot rollers. Now with the red hair, my messy pony tail looks funny. I keep trying different pony tail styles and nothing looks quite right. The best look is to wear the pony way up high on my head which gives me a headache within a half hour. Either way, I don’t have this much time to screw around with my hair style or apply more makeup everyday. So, because I still wear the pony tail and don’t always put on the extra makeup I look terrible. I know I am exaggerating some, but I have seriously been avoiding mirrors lately. Every time I get a glimpse of my reflection, I frown and wonder who the hell is that crazy red haired lady looking back at me?
When I spontaneously set the wheels in motion to start on this hair color adventure I didn’t realize how vain I still was. I know I talk about buying my clothes at Target and previously dying my own hair, but in the end I still really care about the way I look. This blog has helped me to grow in different areas of my life but I assumed that since I had grown accustom to sharing unflattering photos of myself on my blog, I would be fine with different hair colors. I could handle looking super different. I was so WRONG ! I miss looking like me. Over the years I have gotten used to blonde me tired, blonde me sweaty, blonde me dirty, blonde me with no make-up and blonde me fixed up fancy.
Despite the fact that I misjudged myself, I am not giving up! I discussed it with Lou and even though he doesn’t like it either, he thinks I need to stick with my plan. A year goes really fast, so I am continuing on with my adventure and praying that I like the next color better.
thank goodness for my eye cream!