Alright guys, today’s experiment was salonist hair color, and yeah, I totally went for it myself instead of hittin’ the salon. Figured I’d save some cash, you know? Spoiler: maybe shoulda just paid the pro. Here’s how it all went down.
Gettin’ Stuff Together
So first thing Saturday mornin’, I hauled myself to the drugstore. Grabbed one of those box kits – y’know, the kind with the little bottle and the developer cream and gloves. Felt pretty confident watchin’ those ladies on the box with their perfect hair. My shopping list:
- That “Medium Golden Brown” box dye kit
- Some cheap conditioner I saw on sale
- An old towel I didn’t mind ruinin’
- Clips from the bathroom drawer
The Mixin’ Mess
Got home, laid out the junk on the bathroom counter like I was settin’ up a lab. Ripped open the box – instructions flew out, naturally. Mixed the little bottle with the developer cream. Shook it like crazy, felt all scientific. Stuff looked like some weird gloopy caramel sauce. Smelled super chemical, made my eyes water a bit. Shoulda grabbed that old t-shirt for ventilation sooner.
Slappin’ It On
Sectioned my hair roughly with them clips. Squeezed the bottle and glopped that mixture onto my roots first. Used the little brush thingy they gave, but honestly? Mostly used my gloved hands like I was scrubbin’ a pan. Got messy real quick. Fingers slipped under the gloves, boom – orange stains. Nice. Kept workin’ it through the ends of my hair, feelin’ like it wasn’t goin’ on even at all. Wasn’t sure if I was puttin’ enough or way too much. Panic started settin’ in.
The Awkward Wait
Wrapped my head up in that old towel like some weird turban. Timer set for 30 minutes. Sat there watchin’ YouTube, tryin’ not to touch anything ’cause, hello, orange fingers. Towel felt damp and smelled awful. Felt every minute tick by super slow. Kept wonderin’ if my hair was turnin’ some crazy color underneath.
The Big Reveal Disaster
Timer finally beeped! Dashed back to the sink. Rinsed like mad. Water ran brownish-orange for ages. Then I used the little conditioner packet from the box – felt okay, I guess. Dried my hair off roughly with the towel. Looked in the mirror… and oh boy. Instead of that “Medium Golden Brown” dream? It was this patchy, kinda orangey, kinda muddy mess. Some parts near my scalp looked lighter, ends looked darker, like they didn’t take the color right. Total splotchy disaster. Even my partner walked in and went, “Whoa… what happened?” Yeah. That bad.
Emergency Damage Control
Panicked again. Grabbed that cheap conditioner I bought and just slathered it ALL over my hair, hopin’ it might magically fix something. Spoiler: it didn’t. Did it make it feel a little softer? Maybe. Did it fix the weird orange splotches? Nope. Next step? Called up my usual salon first thing Monday mornin’, beggin’ for a rescue appointment. Ended up sittin’ there for like three hours while a poor woman tried to unfry and recolor this mess I made. Cost way more than if I’d just gone in the first place.
So yeah, that was my salonist hair color adventure. Messed up my bathroom floor, stained my hands for days, paid double in the end, and walked around like a confused ginger raccoon for a weekend. Would I do it again? Honestly… probably. I’m stubborn like that. But definitely gonna pick a different color, maybe watch more videos, and maybe invest in better gloves. Or just accept that my wallet takes a hit at the salon. Live and learn… or live and repeatedly make questionable choices!
