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.
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.
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.
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.
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.