I was 17 and needed something to do.
Oh, how boredom can cause very bad things! I decided, on rainy Sunday afternoon, to color my hair! Woohoo! I decided to color my light brown, with blond streaks (all natural), auburn. Thinking that the blond would lend nice “streaks” to my hair, like I had my hair done at the salon, I went for it! What I didn’t think about was reading the box, again. I had mistakenly picked up a different shade, not the one I intended.
After following all the directions, still not thinking there could be a problem with the color, I continued along. I flipped my hair, after towel drying and looked in the mirror. Something wasn’t right, but I thought that it was because my hair was still wet.
I dried my hair, eggplant. My hair was eggplant, with some lighter version of eggplant mixing in with the darker eggplant.
My mother walked in – yes, I did this against her advice – I thought she was going to faint. She was very used to her sunny, preppy daughter of the 80’s. Now she had pre-goth girl!
About a month and a half and my mom couldn’t take it anymore. She made an appointment, had my hair colored back to normal and reminded me when I was 18, I could make my own decisions.