When I was seventeen, a friend of mine and I went on a spontaneous road trip to Canada; in other words, we ran away from home!. We traveled up Highway 101 through Santa Barbara and Buellton, and we made our way up the coast and passed the amazing cliffs of the Oregon coast before heading inland to Washington state. It was during one of our stops in Washington that I decided that I would try to dye my hair brown; a move that I will never do again.
Since my friend and I were running away from home, I wanted to dye my hair so that I would not be recognized and so that we would not be caught. I went to a drug store, and I bought a do-it-yourself hair dye kit. ( I chose brown, because I had always wanted to be a brunette). The instructions said that I was supposed to go into the shower, put this dye on my hair, and leave it on my head for fifteen minutes or so before rinsing. What the instructions did not tell me, however, was how horrible an odor the dye would make, so I had a very unpleasant surprise coming to me; not only did the dye smell bad, but it failed to work in the way I had hoped it would!
I tried to leave the dye on my head for the full fifteen minutes, but I was so repulsed by the smell that I rinsed my hair before the full time was up. I got out of the shower quickly and, as I dried myself, I was anticipating what my new look would be like. I was imagining that my hair would be as dark as Samantha’s cousin Serena’s in Bewitched, but when I looked in the mirror I discovered that I was very very wrong; the dye didn’t work and I still looked as blonde as ever!
I was very disappointed that I endured the horrible odor of that dye to no avail. I also felt as though I had thrown my money away, as I had spent a considerable amount for that kit. I vowed that I would never attempt such a feat again in my life!
The next day we headed up north to Canada, where we met up with our fathers who had come to take us home. My dad told me that he didn’t recognize me when he first saw me, and I wondered how that could be, when I still saw myself as the blonde I had always been.
As we were flying home, I thought about my failed attempt to dye my hair, and I vowed that I would never do it again with a home dye treatment. Not only did it fail to work in the way that I had hoped, but it certainly wasn’t worth the expense nor the horrible odor. I promised myself that the next time I wanted to change my hair color, I would consult a hair professional!