Hair Cut-Color Horror

Friends (well, if you can call them that, after laughing at me the last two weeks) have told me that I need to write about my hair experience the past couple of weeks. I would post pictures, but it is just too embarrassing for the world to see. Randy has been happy, because the “hair horror” has actually kept me at home. I keep waiting to see if maybe time will take care of the color and the cut, but so far, all I have gotten is texts from my kids telling me not to come back to Texas until this new color wears off. Let me begin at the beginning.
About 3 weeks ago, I was preparing to go visit family back in Texas. As it was time to color my hair, (yes we are cheap and color it at home), I thought I would surprise Randy and buy a little “lighter” shampoo in color and really get rid of the gray that was beginning to completely take over the blonde color that I knew God must have intended me to have, but He probably just ran out of bleach and just thought He would let me pick out what color blonde I really wanted to be. So through the years, the colors have gone from…well, let’s just say that sometimes, there have been colors that no one has every seen before, but….it kept life interesting. OK, back to the story,
I woke up on Fri before I was to leave on Mon. Got out my shampoo-in kit and proceeded to mix it. As I began to mix the color, I noticed that the color was one which had powder packets that meant that this was truly “bleach” and not just shampoo-in color. But…I thought to myself, this will really get rid of the gray, so I continued. As I was waiting the normal 30 min for it to develop, I began to see that the blonde was REALLY blonde, or should I say “white”. I hurridly washed it off and lo and behold, there was a total stranger staring back at me from the mirror. I looked like Tammy Fae Baker without the lipstick. I hurridly drove to Sallys to buy a frosting cap but told the guy I wanted one that had bigger holes, so I would have more red color to get rid of this awful white color. He sold me a “chunky cap” which lets you pull big chunks of hair out to frost. He looked at my hair and reminded me that my hair was now a blank slate in which would really intensify any color put on it so to be careful. I thought to myself, “now what does this little smart alec guy know about hair color, he is just probably a shelf stocker and after all, I have been coloring my hair for about 50 yrs now. I know what I am doing” So I come home and put the red color that I had bought when they didn’t have my #67 red that I always use. It looked very close to what I was use to using, so how different could it be? Well, after I pull huge chunks of hair out of the little holes all over my scalp, I apply the red…..30 min later, I take off the cap and OMGosh, I look like Christmas. I now have Christmas red and white hair. Now I am really crying.I call Randy and ask him to please make a stop at the drug store to buy more hair color. He does and calls me from CVS. He is reading all the “red” colors while I am on the computer trying to see what color he is describing to me over the phone. He buys “Chile Pepper Red” and comes home. We once again, are hoping that this color will bring the Christmas red down a notch or 10. We color all of the top of my hair, trying to leave some of the blonde to make it look like it is supposed to be frosted. Well, I now looked like a gypsy. I cannot even make myself go to church the next day because it is just flaming red with still “white streaks”. I wash it with Gain laundry detergent, Pomolive Hand soap, Tide, anything to help strip the color out. Nothing is working. Monday arrives and I have no choice but to head to the airport. People are staring, some are snickering but I hold my head high and make them think that I “meant to do this”. Upon arriving in Dallas, well, how do I put this? I sent out texts to everyone I might be seeing to warn them that if I see even one little smile cross their faces, I would write about them in my blog the rest of their lives. My daughter, Jodi, had to turn away when she saw me she was laughing so hard. As I continued to wash it over and over trying to get all that awful red out, my hair slowly fades to pink. So now people were coming up to me and sayin, “oh, you have pink hair”. Yes, I had pink hair, so I have gone from looking like a gypsy to a 60 yr old punk rocker.There have been to many comments to post on here, but as soon as I got home last week, I went and bought another red color kit. Now it was black/dark cherry red. Maybe getting it cut would take some of the black color out, so I ran into SuperCuts because there is no way I am going to go around looking like an old punk rocker with pink/dark cherry red hair. The girl cuts my hair and asks me how I got my hair that color. I didn’t have the energy to tell her. She finishes cutting my hair and Randy is waiting for me. We get in the car with me having wet hair. I run into the house and wash it and dry it only to discover that the sweet young lady who probably just graduated that morning from beauty school cut my hair about 2 in shorter on one side than the other. So now I have lopsided, dark red hair that continues to gather looks when I walk down the street. Let’s just say that the way I look, I should be wearing about 6 earrings and one in my nose, and lots of tattoos. I always wondered what it would be like to be the center of attention…..now I know! At least when we go see Jay Leno on Fri night, you will be able to spot me in the audience. Will hope this story has a happy ending. I go to the beauty shop on Thurs. If it looks better than it does now, I will post a picture to let you know,that I will now be able to go out of the house without sunglasses and a hat.