I decided that I was going to start dying my hair myself (again) a few weeks ago. I used to have it down pat on what to get at Sally's to dye it blonde. Well, I haven't tried red myself, yet. So today I went to Sally's, with Roman I might add, and spent thirty minutes looking at colors. I finally picked a pretty red and was happy with my purchase. I, being ever so eager to get it done, went in the bathroom to mix my colors; two red two-ounce tubes, to four ounces of developer. I have to double the formula, use two, because my hair is so thick. My process: I poured the developer, opened a red tube and squeezed. I poured more developer and opened the second red tube (last step) and squeezed. BUT, red didn't come out the second tube, some shimmering gold did. See, here is a photo.
My delimma...what do I do? It is too late to go and exchange it as I have opened it all and it would be weird to bring the bowl into the store. It is a hassle when my hair is already sectioned off into many pieces thirsting for color. So, after very little thought and lots of bravery (or stupidity), I mix it up and start painting my hair. Let's see what comes of this. If it is hideous, I just have to wear it like that out tonight and to a bachelorette party this weekend out of town. Then I can fix it. If it is wonderful, I have no idea how to get that color again.
And I am absolutely positive the boxes and inside tubes were identical because I checked them twenty times after "the incident".
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Today while Roman and I ran errands, he carried around his older brothers "spy camera". In the parking lot of the doctor's office, we got out the car and Roman says "See birds?" and held the goggle things up to his face, scanning the grounds. He was so cute as he repeated himself, scanning; I snapped photos and he stopped immediately. He doesn't like to get caught on camera.