Oops-A-Daisy: A DIY Blonde Experiment That Did Not Go Well

Oops-A-Daisy: A DIY Blonde Experiment That Did Not Go Well

Remember when I was going on and on about how splendid taking the platinum blonde hair streak plunge would be?

Well, buckle up, buttercups because you're in for a hell of a tale.

I recently somehow stumbled upon an inspiration snap that had me tossing my reservations (and my hair health concerns) out the window. 

p/c: unknown

p/c: unknown

My hair is pretty much already the darker hue here, so I thought that I could just toss some blonde dye over a few strategically-placed sections in the front, follow this up with some toner and be fine. I'd been a DIY-er bleach bum before and knew the ropes.

I trekked out to the store and picked up Garnier's 100% Ultra Blond and Schwarzkopf's Raviveur Couleur (because my terrible French tricked me into thinking that this was a toner) after I wrapped up my workout at the gym the other day.

Before long, I was glowering at myself in the mirror, trying to determine just where my blonde accent streaks should be; it was quite a process, let me tell you. Twisted up my not-about-to-be-dyed hair and got down to business, slathering on the formula I had just mixed together, as instructed. 

Now, the directions said to leave this on for 25-45 minutes, but I ended up washing it off after almost an hour, simply because I have a storied history of having to reapply blonde dyes because they apparently did not "sit" long enough and I was not in the mood for that type of nonsense.

When the time came to rinse it off, I was pleased to see that my hair was significantly lighter. I just had to put on the toner to remove the horrible golden component and everything would be lovely and perfect. This is when I discovered that, upon closer inspection, that I had not purchased a toner after all. Sh*t.

[It was way less orange-looking in actuality; my bathroom lighting is deceptive!]

[It was way less orange-looking in actuality; my bathroom lighting is deceptive!]

At this point, I started to panic. Things were not going to plan. So, I put my hair up—at this point abandoning my resolve to keep the dyed section separated from the rest of my tresses because if I couldn't tell the difference between the brassily bright orange pieces and my own natural color, I deserved whatever lock disasters that were heading my way—and popped on over to the mini-grocery store down the street. I grabbed the only blonde dye they had and returned home.

Threw this onto my hair and twiddled my thumbs...just kidding, I worked...while this did its thing. Once I washed this off, I stood in front of the mirror to assess the situation. Better. Still not great though. 

[Again, it was quite less orange than it appears to be here...my hair was also still wet in this snap.]

[Again, it was quite less orange than it appears to be here...my hair was also still wet in this snap.]

I then shrugged my shoulders and decided to try out the not-toner. I don't think it did anything, but it's fine. I also spent two back-to-back five-minute periods with the purple shampoo (it came with the first blonde dye) plastered over my hair. Improved things a little bit.

But, time was ticking and I couldn't wander around looking like some kind of sunset-cloaked skunk indefinitely, so I once again headed out to scoop up a hopefully hair-saving product. 

Color theory has always baffled me, but I figured that a red dye might leave me with the least scream-inducing results, at least for the time being. 

Ended up buying some cheap "fashion" dye at Babou because that was the only spot around that had any red options available. I know this because I went to a handful of supposed beauty supply stores in a last-ditch attempt to find a toner and scanned the shelves for red dyes while I was there. Oh, France. 

Not at all what I had envisioned, but whatever. It's just hair. Also, please excuse my strange winking face.

Not at all what I had envisioned, but whatever. It's just hair. Also, please excuse my strange winking face.

It turned out...okay. Not great. I must say that I am actually really impressed with how long the red dye has lasted, though this might have more to do with the porosity of recently color-stripped hair than anything else. It has faded a smidgen, but the mess underneath is still hidden so...eh.

Would I do it again? I would not. I have finally, by the grace of all that is holy, learned my lesson...leave it to the professionals.

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