The story of how I became a hairdressers worst nemesis.

So, being the cheap-wad that I am, I have always just used box dyes when it came to my hair. I know, I know, get a nun to slap my knuckles with her ruler. Maybe I'll learn. It got really bad my Senior year of high school in which I desperately tried to recreate the perfect color by trying dye after dye. Then, once I got to college I thought it'd be fun to try red. It wasn't, people. It was not fun. Then it was a matter of growing my hair out long enough to where I could cut it shorter and get rid of a lot of that damaged hair. But then, because I hate confrontation, I let the hairdresser talk me into letting her dye my hair. $130 later and there I was, with shorter, still-not-natural hair. Here comes the moment when you should go ahead and give me a pat on the back: it's been 7 months, I repeat, 7 months, since I have done anything to my hair. Anything. And next week I'm going in to get it cut again and not dyed. Emphasis on the not. This means that the 7 inches of hair around my crown in every direction is 100%, maybe she was born with, natural hair. And then I'll only have a couple inches that have some color to them. Surprisingly enough, you can barely tell though, because apparently my daring color-changes weren't all that drastic afterall and I'm just a huge wimp. I mean, chocolate brown and deep mahogoney are completely different ends of the spectrum right?! No, they aren't.

Anyway, all that being said, I'm pretty excited. Healthy, normal, non-fried hair is so close within my reach. Who knows, things might get crazy. I might not dye my hair ever again. LOL JK. But, from now on, I have learned my lesson and will only let a professional do it. Even if that means not buying anything else for 3 weeks. Really though, how can it be so expensive?!

Fun fact: my natural hair is actually dirty blonde. Surprise.