Disclaimer: As the title and first paragraph would suggest, what follows is a very detailed discussion of dying my hair. If lengthy, self-absorbed descriptions of routine minutiae bore you, continue at your own risk.
I think this feeling was first bred by being dissatisfied with my hair generally. My usual money-saving "6-months-between-haircuts" plan had, due to being busy and forgetting about it, gone a solid 8 months. My hair became bushy and shapeless, which was only compounded by New York's recent rain forest level humidity. During the time leading up to finally getting my hair cut, I decided I wanted to do something drastic. I started looking at henna because I wanted something natural but that would leave a dramatic change.
Unfortunately for my spirit of adventure, there is the Internet. After reading a few too many horror stories about blond hair and henna (turning green! becoming brassy! lasting for months!), I chickened out. Not only did I back off from henna, but I transitioned from permanent to semi-permanent dyes. If it was semi-permanennt, I reasoned, I could go for a more ballsy change without worrying about messing up my hair for months. Also, I wouldn't have to worry about roots.
But then I cut my hair, and it looked good (see Figure A below to make your own judgement on that). It had a shape and hope again. Suddenly, I no longer hated my hair and wondered why I ever had. This thus torpedoed all hope of drastic change. I ended up choosing a shade of semi permanent dye that was just a few shades darker than my natural color. Still. Baby steps.
Figure A: The Before. Well not really the total "before" as this was already post-hair cut. You don't want to see the true before...
In process. My awesome friend not only supplied adroit hair dying skills, but also wine and pizza! A true full service salon experience.
The after. My hair was pretty frizzy because of the aforementioned humidity, so the only reason I'm posting this photo is because my friend also did my makeup while I was there (see? full service), so my face is all pretty-fied.
The final result this morning, properly straightened on a less humid day. Weirdly it came out sort of red, which is different from the lady on the box, but I'll take it!
So yeah, that's what I look like now, just so you're up to date. No anonymity here on Living the Astorian Dream! If any readers see me walking around the neighborhood, feel free to say hi. If you're lucky, I might even give you my social security number.