It occured to me, but I decided to be too nice to say it.
What happened to Scotti happened to me in reverse. I bought a not-found-in-nature magenta semi-permanent, and it turned my hair a winsome shade of coppery ginger. Mixing a dark purple with a bright plum managed to turn the bottom part of my hair (which had been bleached slightly months earlier as I was gonig from a dark brown to a mid mahogany) burgundy-ish and the rest auburn-ish. For a few days anyway. Semi-permanent wash out in 18 dyes just don’t wanna know with my hair. Maybe if I’d left it on an hour, something would have happened.
Anyway, I’m leading my hair slowly up the path back to its natural colour, and right now we’re at natural light brown on top, and the aforementioned bleached bits are kind of caramel.
I had permanent black-with-a-hint-of red for a while, and it actually faded to dark mahogany brown, enabling me to go one shade lighter with the next box of dye, and gradually go from black-with-a-hint-of-red through shades of dark cherry and mahogany through chestnut brown to golden brown.
New Year’s Eve.
Get-together with some college friends.
Just enough alcohol to let down my conservative guard.
“Scrrrreech, yoooooooood look grreat with red 'air.”
“Ya thinkso? I’m bored w’ mousebrownhair. Lemme think 'boutit mokay let’s go!!!”
And she goes into her bathroom and gets …
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Lemme just say that my hair (medium brown with lots of red highlights) and henna don’t really mix well.
I still cringe at the pictures (not only did the color intensify the red, but it was so blotchy), and the memory of smelling like a haybarn for a month. Screech’s hair disaster #2
(former)Roommate was on the road truckdriving that weekend, I had the weekend off, and there was nothing good on cable that day. So the thought hit me. I could dye my hair. Blonde. Just follow the directions on the box. Should be simple.
Head to Wal*Mart. Check the aisles. Get some Clairol Ultimate Blonde. Oops, better get two boxes, since I have long hair.
Hooboy, did my hair turn blonde. Really really blonde. Really really really “oh my god, hide the children what is that electric monstrosity” blonde.
The moral of the story? When screech-owl says she is bored, hide the do-it-yourself hair coloring.
When did I make fun of Suicide Redheads? All I said was I didn’t have the ability or patience to “dye by my own hand!”
Thanks to my new Edison Color Printer (runs on diesel), I now have inspiring color pictures up at my bulletin board of Clara Bow, Rita Hayworth, Susan Hayward, Arlene Dahl, Lucille Ball and Cynthia Nixon. Think of of any other redheaded actresses I can google?
Never colored my hair but did succomb to my Mother’s insisitence that I let the lady at the beauty parlor put a perm in my rather longish, late teen angst, rock star/hippie hair when I was 19. “She cuts all her sons hair.” Biiiiig mistake. I looked like Estelle Getty.
