Well, I did it! All pink, readers. I love it. But I have to say, I really struggled with this decision. I think that's because hair color is tied to so many other issues: self image, aging, public perception, standards of beauty, etc. I've realized from comments here and elsewhere that if you're someone who is thought of as conventionally attractive, people consider it a crime to do any sort of body modification. "But your natural hair color was so pretty!" If I had your skin, I'd never get a tattoo!" Stuff of that nature. That brings up so many questions about beauty: pink hair dye is only for people who have naturally "ugly" hair? People who we think are pretty shouldn't do anything to change their appearance? It's a weird, loaded topic.
Anyway. I did the deed Saturday night, and then I laid in bed agonizing over my decision and Googling "dyeing hair from pink back to brunette." I felt guilty for messing with a good thing.
I woke up on Sunday morning and confessed my fears to Jeff (he had been sleeping soundly next to me through all the Googling and agonizing). He said: "You shouldn't think you made a terrible decision, you should think you made a whimsical choice! You're like Mary Poppins!" Awww.
What really turned me around on the whole issue was getting up, putting on my makeup, and doing my hair in my sidecomb style (see above). Whoa, I looked hot. We went out that day to do some Christmas shopping and have lunch, and I felt awesome. I even liked how people did doubletakes at my hair.
On day two, I still loved it. Here's another instagram. It photographed more intensely in unnatural light.
online). I completely bleached my hair first with 40 volume bleach. That was the scariest part, watching my hair turn yellow. I like the pink, but I think next time I might mix a little Cherry Bomb dye in to skew it less magenta. (Has anyone tried this?) I will keep you all updated with the maintenance.
All in all, I'm glad I did it. I've always loved pink hair, but held back for many reasons: fear that I'm too old for this, for instance. Wanting to appear conventionally attractive is another. But isn't it better to have dyed one's hair pink and regret it, than to never do it and wish you had? (It's getting really philosophical up in here!)
Speaking of philosophy, may I finish with a My Little Pony video? Pinkie Pie is one of my beauty and life idols, and I confess that this song got me through a night of worrying too much over things like hair color. Smile, everybody!