I dyed my hair for the first time in about 3 years the other night. The reason it took me so long was because the last time I dyed my hair I ewound up alternating between hysterics, having a panic attack, lashing out angrily at my brother and sister-in-law for not being able to fix it (horrible yes, but it wasn' tmy best moment). Oh, I also forgot to mention the excruciating pain.

So here's what went down in a nutshell:

-I decided to update my colour, which was already way too light....by going EVEN LIGHTER. Goo dchoices.
-In fact, why not just bleach it and then add a colour afterwards? Perfect.
-Bleaching done...hair is mostly bleached with some reddish and pink portions. I'm not worried yet.
-Apply hair dye.....doesn't take at all. hair is even more patchy now with some caramel coloured portions, some white, some orange, some pink.
-Now panicking.
-Crying, wearing a hat, hair sopping wet, scalp burning, drive to 24-hour pharmacy and spend literally my last $15 (I had recently been fired) on a super dark hair dye that I hope - while not coming close to acheiving my initial desired blonde tresses - will at least serve to cover up all the mess and get me somewhere back to my natural colour.
-Despite numerous warnings from brother & sister-in-law about the dangers of over-processing hair, decide to go ahead an dtry to fix the situation while hair is still wet from first 2 treatments.
-Rinse out dye after 45 minutes of AGONY. Scalp is burning. Beyond anything I've ever done to my hair (and I've done a lot.....4 hours having my hair chemically straightened? Yeah, this was worse). Eyes burning & watering. Depression creeping in. Remember that I have blind date the next day. Hate blind dates. Any "dates". And have just lost whatever small amount of confidence I had about looking somewhat attractive for said date. Also, remembering that I am broke & jobless with no way to pay for newly leased apartment. Not a good time for me.
-Anywho, unwrap towl from around my head to see that my hair is at least 3-4 inches shorter than it had been an hour ago. And it's choppy and uneven. And when I touch it it literally breaks off in my hands like plastic. So after a few moments of grabbing at my hair while screaming at my brother & SIL, "SEE?!?! It just FALLS OUT!!!", my hair ends up even shorter. And a very moussy, washed out brown, not the mysterious and ravishing black I had envisioned. This is what I looked like, and keep in mind this is months after the actual "incident":

Anyways, it took YEARS for my hair to grow back. It was all dead. God, that was a bad time. Incidentally, my blind date the following evening went BRUTALLY. And I like to think maybe it had nothing to do with my sad-ass haircut. But that is a story for another time.

This is the "finally-it-grew-back-and-I-didn't-learn-my-lesson-so-I'm-going-to-try-to-dye-it-one-more-time" look. I'm not 100% sold on the colou rbut the hair dye was on sale for HALF PRICE on the clearance shelf. Also, probably not the wisest idea, but hey, fortunately it worked.