OOPS

It wasn't my fault. Not really. Not this time!

Do you remember how I told you a bit ago that I dyed my hair because it has started to look like I was fading, and how much I hate to dye my hair? Do you know why I hate dying my hair? Because of roots.

I don't think about my hair on a regular basis other than to make sure it's still on my head. I hate getting it cut, I hardly really "do stuff" with my hair, and honestly, I mainly just don't want to be bald. If I look like a swamp witch these days, then I look like a swamp witch.  no one is looking at me. I also have invested heavily in scrunchies to keep it out of my face. Low maintenance in the extreme, as a rule.

However, all that being said, I did dye my hair, and I did look in the mirror about a week ago and realized my roots were showing. On the occasions that I have dyed my hair in the past; I've used semi-permeant dye so that it fades and my roots kind of blend in as my hair grows. However, I didn't look closely at the first dye I bought and got the permeant stuff by mistake. So, OK, that was my fault. My roots coming in were very dark (except for the gray) so I decided to get a color a shade darker than what I'd used before so that when it grew out again, the roots couldn't be seen as easily.

I went to Target and got my new dye (Dark Brown this time) and I went home to do the thing.

I don't have any proof that someone switched the colorant bottles, but I suspect that's what happened because when I rinsed out the dye, my hair wasn't dark brown. It was black. Elvira black.

I've had black hair before. You know that. I had black hair, and I was told well after the fact that it didn't look very good. It was a phase, and I never tried itagain. But now...now my hair is black again and I don't know what to do about it! I'm incredibly pale, so having black hair makes me took even paler!  Now only that, something in the dye made my hair crunchy. I look like I'm going through a crispy goth phase, like Noel Felding! I've tried every kind of conditioner I can get my hands on, but to no avail.

This means I'm probably going to have to get it cut, and I mean, cut short and just start all over. It'll be the December 2000 pixie hair-cut debacle all over again.

SIGH. I don't have any clever way to sign off on this, but I just had to vent. Send thoughts and prayers, and maybe a wig or two.