In my quest to stop fading away, to push against the ticking clock of the relentless onslaught of ever more stubborn grey hair, I decided I'd like to become a redhead. My hairdresser responded with a great big, "Yes! Love the idea! Let's do it!"
She chose a really gorgeous colour, not too phony bright and not too fake-looking, and I was truly happy with the results. It actually looked natural because it suited my skin tone. A great success. Then came all the warnings...
Apparently, red hair fades. I have to use special (red!) shampoo and conditioner, I can't wash my hair as often as usual, I have to go back to have it coloured more often than with the light brown/dark blond we were using, and I have to wear a hat when I go outside, especially on sunny days. Oh boy, just what I want in my life. Hair that needs to be coddled.
Despite my best efforts, it faded after a couple of weeks. At the next visit, she made it slightly darker and it's lasting longer because it's the second time, but still I can see that it is fading. The third time it should last all the way through because she's building up on the bit of colour that's left between visits.
She explained that the problem is that red doesn't get absorbed into the hair follicle, but rather sits on top of it. Who knew? I thought colouring hair was a relatively straightforward process. I learn a lot from my hairdresser. I know I could make something profound out of this, make great huge stirring metaphors about adding colour in all areas of my life, but alas, it's too early in the morning. LOL
I'll keep moving forward with the red, because it really is lovely. A woman (a stranger) stopped me in the park the other day to tell me my hair matched the leaves of a tree turning red and told me I should have my photo shot against the tree. It was nice that my hair stood out and that she mentioned it, but it isn't as bright a red as that incident makes it sounds. It is more fussy than my old colour, though, and that's a fact.
I must admit this isn't the strangest thing I've ever done with my hair. Remember those big old perms of the eighties? Yep. Did that. I shudder now.
What is the strangest, or fussiest, thing you've ever done with your hair?