It seems pretty standard to me that most people go through periods of frugality and periods of splurging. Sometimes it just depends what day it is. With RDR coming up, and my roots showing, I decided to buy an 8$ box of hair dye that proclaimed itself to be “Deep Brown”, the color that sounded most like my own natural color. I didn’t feel up to calling, getting an appointment, sitting around in an uncomfortable chair, and waiting for someone that isn’t me to blowdry my hair into a style I never wear (why do they always do that?). It would be easier and I’d be saving money, right?

Why did I think that? That must be because I am a moron. I forgot that the reason you spend the 100$ is so that your “Deep Brown” hair will not come out midnight black except for the spot way in the back you couldn’t reach (which is thankfully only visible if I make it a point to show you). You pay for that removal creme they use so that the color is not on you forehead, ears, wrists where the gloves slipped, and mysteriously a couple splatters on your shoulders, which are all still there after two showers and three attempts with makeup remover.

Tough. I’m not caving in. I’m dealing with this for at least a month until the greys are showing again. I might even say that black is what I was going for. I cleaned up the mess in the bathroom, bleached the destroyed hair towel, and found a hat to wear as I head out to get some sun. Maybe no one will notice my hair if I have a great tan.