last year i died my hair black.
there i am in my christmas pajams.
honestly i only did this because the drug store ran out of my "darkest brown" usual color.
had i known what a commitment i was making, i might have rethought it.
i decided i wanted to go back.
i asked around and polled facebook in search of a salon to go to.
this only resulted in eight thousand salons swirling around my memory bank.
so i blew it off until my horrendous real hair color was bursting forth in a great lightness.
[no photo available due to careful camera avoidance]
finally it was just too embarrassing.
so i blindly picked a salon:
luckily i didn't judge it by the sign!
rather, i trusted a girl from my boot camp.
who let you pick that font?
it looks much more like an ice cream store than a salon.
luckily- your staff is unbelievable.
so i made an appointment and stressed how bad my hair's current state was.
i rolled up the next day and met
jesus celso. he is amazing and handsome and friendly and really good at hair!
i ask, "can you make my hair brown again?"
he answers, "i absolutely cannot."
(i make sad face)
i beg, we discuss, and he agrees to give it a shot.
color strip juice
that isn't the official name, but you get it.
and here's what was left after rinsing it out...
letting my hair bake for 20 minutes after putting more strip juice in it
some other magical liquid that began coaxing my hair back toward brown.
though much of it resisted.
die the middle part medium brown color
die the roots a light brown color
4 hours and 15 minutes later,
my scalp felt like it had been microwaved.
but - thanks to
puerto rican jesus celso the color genius - i am a brunette once more!
what i learned:
once you go black, it is really really really hard to go back!
hope you enjoyed my hair journey.