Kind of like those people who eat so many carrots that their skin turns orange, but instead I guess I eat too many oranges and it effects my hair. And yes, this is possibly the longest blog title ever, thank you for asking.
On Wednesday night, I decided on a whim to buy hair dye. I haven’t in two years, since I dyed my hair purple (the box claimed it was WARM AUBURN!) and waited two months (and many, many washings) for it to look like this.
While at Walmart, I purchased this:

(Sorry, I don’t have any mad photo taking/editing skills to make this look fabulous. I had to dig this back out of the trash, so deal with it.) (Oh, and me digging this out of the trash inspired my dog to dig into the trash and eat four eggshells. But that’s neither here or there.) I told Shane I wasn’t sure if I was picking the box because of the hair color or because I thought the woman was super fine. Shane said both (hair color and sexy woman) were good.
Here was my hair (which, um? really? did my hair look that drab and unexciting from the back?):

I applied the color by myself (Yeah…I don’t know what I was thinking, either.) and accidentally left it in 25 minutes longer than the directions suggested. As soon as I stepped out of the shower, I knew something was wrong when the hair by my ears was looking rather fruitilicious. Lo and behold, after letting it air dry:

ORANGE HAIR, PEEPS.
Shane, of course, assured me that my hair didn’t look orange at all; the flash on my camera just reflected the light weird. But it’s Shane! Shane who ONLY wore khaki pants and heather gray tee-shirts with black tennis shoes until I started dating him. Clearly, what does Shane know about color? NOTHING. He tried to butter me up by showing me a picture of my lady-crush, insisting that my hair looks just like hers in this photo.
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So, let’s move on, shall we? I was thinking, seeing as my blog is really lame lately, of blogging the story of how I met Shane (online) and fell in love with him five months before we met in person. Would that suffice for the time being?
One more thing. My twitter friend Jackie has started a blog, after I pestered her endlessly insisted. Go give her some love will you?




I don’t think it looks orange in that picture. My hair has been orange and that is no where near it and I had a similar incident with auburn color turning my hair purple.
It was horrible.
It doesn’t look orange — you’ll have to take a new picture for us in natural light!
I used to play around with hair dye in college. Always temporary … until the “Black Cherry” 28-day color meant for dark-haired folks ended up permanent on my brownish/blondish/reddish locks.
When I came home for the summer with light roots (I didn’t care, it was the grunge years), my mom paid for me to have it fixed. Then it came out orange (they added too much red trying to match my roots). I thought it was cool, but my mom made me go back to have them fix it since her intention was to get my natural color back!
I’ve been all natural for about a dozen years now, but that disaster wasn’t the last time!
Your hair looks good! Not orange at all
But I do know what you mean about the woman on the box – superfine skinny bitch…
I don’t dye my hair on my own anymore because everytime I do it, its a complete DISASTER – like when I tried to go blonde – THAT WAS ORANGE.
I’ve also gone green before, but it came out after a soccer match I played, how disgusting was that?
Lastly, your purple hair looks really good to – methinks you’re pretty good at the DIY hair thing.
I’m glad you all think it does not look orange. I just looked at it in the mirror and it seems to have turned a little less fluorescent, but that could be because I drank way too much wine last night while giggling through the third LOTR movie. I do feel a headache, for sure.
@odb1: I’m glad I’m not the only one who has suffered through purple hair!
@merrymishaps: I will definitely take a new photo! And your mom sounds like my mom – too funny! Your hair is very pretty, you have fantastic natural highlights.
@confusedtwenty: You are too funny! Perhaps you could come over with your vodka-tasting wine and we could have a hair-dying party. (Wow, sounds kind of lame, right? Like the wine part is good, but the hair-dying?)
I like it!! And you have pretty hair.
I could only imagine what the combination of hair-dye chemicals plus vodka-wine would do to us. Nevertheless, I am IN. Only problem is thatannoying ocean that sits between us! Stupid Ocean.