I will qualify all of this by saying my natural hair color is very, very dark brown, with a Black Irish grandmother on one side and an Italian grandfather on the other, I somehow managed to get the darkest brown hair possible. My husband swore I had black hair when we met.
Ten years ago I discovered some grey hair, not enough to color but enough to bug me. My adventures in hair coloring started then. At first I used rinses, these were great as you wash them in and they gradually wash out, nice and easy :) All hair color went on hiatus while I was pregnant and nursing, and to be honest the grey wasn't that bad. The need for permanent color arrived around the same time as the
peeing in the dump truck incident, please see the July 2005 archive for this.
Since our budget is tight, I color my hair myself. Why do I torment myself? So I can afford books, of course. My hair stylist understands my book obsession and tells me to avoid anything with a burgandy base, it'll turn my hair too red. Well, the last color I used wasn't burgandy based and it still turned a redish color, this time I've been told to add ash to the color I'm using to tone down the red. So last time I went shopping I picked up 2 boxes one dark natural brown and one dark ash brown.
This morning I wake up at 5:00, and the boxes of hair color were calling me from the bathroom. By 5:20 I've mixed my own color with the hope I don't end up a red head, not that I don't love red hair, it's just not for me. I'm up and ready to start coloring.
Right before I'm ready to start applying the color my husband bangs on the door--he's got to go. It's 5 stinking 20 in the morning and I can't get 1/2 an hour to myself.
We have one bathroom in our house. And it is incredibly small, everything is white, the walls, the wallpaper background, the tub, shower curtain, toilet, sink--I'm sure you get it :) The directions in the box say to use the conditioner to protect anywhere you don't want color. Well, I'd need gallons of it to protect me and the entire bathroom. By the time I'm ready to sit for the 1/2 hour to let the color set, I have to scrub me and the entire bathroom. I don't know how it's possible but I managed to even get hair color on my left knee, above the gloves up to my elbows, the side of the claw foot tub, inside the tub (I'm not sure how this happened as I was standing at the sink) and I even got a small dot on the Martha Stewart white canvas shower curtain.
Well, it's done. I'm back to my very, very dark brown sans the grey. My next adventure in hair coloring is in 8 weeks, maybe I'll talk my sister into doing it for me:)