(Groan at the pun so that we can move on, I don’t do that sort of thing often) Like many girls who yearn to experiment but aren’t gutsy enough to try anything more adventurous like piercings or water skiing I dye my hair. It’s just refreshing for someone like me who’s in the hinterland between two more readily recognised colours to be properly one thing or another. A while ago it was highlights to make my hair look blonde and now I’ve gone brunette.
Obviously, I do this for myself rather than for the effect. I do it because I want to, it would be very odd indeed if I didn’t. It would be like shooting myself in the foot or, more accurately and remarkably less melodramatically, paying money and expending effort to do something not enjoyable. And I’m not entirely mental though I’m not sure I can prove it especially as I’m not entirely sure that the last point made any kind of sense. I’m afraid to read it back just in case it doesn’t and I can’t remember my thought process. We’ve gone down a strange turn haven’t we? Sorry, I’m a bit befuddled today.
But while I do it for me, I still want it to be noticed. I dyed my hair last week and accidentally left the stuff on for a bit too long. No, that’s not true actually, I left it on for the full time suggested but had been too lazy to do the strand test (for a preview to see how long you should leave it on to get the colour you want. Of course that’s completely reasonable but it’s not what I do with the normal brand I get so I didn’t bother) so the result was quite a bit darker than I’d been planning. Luckily, I quite like how it came out. The thing is, no one’s realised. At least no one’s commented. So either it’s not quite such as change as I thought which I don’t think is true because it really is a lot darker than it used to be or people don’t like it. Or no one pays that much attention to me. Oh the pitfalls involved in being a girl.