I have experienced what can only be termed a hair color debacle. It began on Saturday when I tried Clairol’s Perfect 10 hair color. The color was light auburn, but it looked very rich and a bit deeper in the photo.
The notion behind Perfect 10 is that your hair is actually colored in 10 minutes as opposed to 30; but, to look at the box it does bring to mind that when you use it you will become a perfect 10 (in a Bo Derek kind of way). And yes, it does achieve permanent color in 10 minutes; but, as for becoming the perfect 10 – not so much.
What I did get from the process was a reminder of why I never stray from my regular hair color selection (but heaven knows I had a $5 coupon and it looked so good on the box). Well, let me try and give you a vision what it looked like on my head – orange – bright orange – almost like a highlighter colored orange. Let’s just put it this way, if I was a hunter I could have gone out without my blaze orange hat and been just fine. It was so bright that it was startling to look at.
On Sunday I was supposed to go to a little gathering. This was problematic as I was still glowing like a nuclear reactor. I theorized that multiple hair washings would dull the color somewhat – bring it down to something that Bozo wouldn’t be ashamed to be seen in. So I washed it – multiple times. I must say, I experienced some minor success with that. So I did what I could with it, put on a brown top and jacket to try and help neutralize the color a bit, and headed off to the gathering prepping mentally the whole way to deal with the comments.
And amazingly, no one – I say, NO ONE – mentioned my hair at the gathering. Now it wasn’t like it was avoidable. It looked like a burning bush. Then it occurred to me it was too horrifying to speak of. Clearly the poor people were struck speechless by the startling presentation of the neon orange hair. Yikes.
So today, after a few more washes it is beginning to mellow a bit, but it is still pretty darn bright. I have concluded that if nothing else, this fluorescent hair will enable folks to pick me out of the crowd at graduation from quite a distance away…in every cloud there is a silver lining – or in this case a bright orange one.
Day one hundred and sixty-two of the new forty – obla di obla da
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THE NEW FORTY 
I can relate!! I’ve had a few hair debacles in my day,as well, and caused one for my daughter once; I’ll never be able to touch her head again.
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Remember when I burned off my eyebrows while trying to wax them? Karyn still reminds me about it. I feel for you and the orange! I am sure it is not as bad as you think it is…..
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I love the word “Debacle:” It makes me start grinning the moment I hear it (or read it)! Your described experience closely resembles definition #4 in my Webster Dictionary: “A total, often ludicrous, collapse or failure!” You may have lost the battle, but I imagine the war is still within your reach. Wait, you wouldn’t want to go anywhere near a battle field with blaze orange hair! You had best concede defeat and just hold your head high. Wait, that’s another bad idea. I’m all out of ideas: You’re on your own with this debacle…
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Well, I have had green hair in the past and didn’t dare step out of the house. I stayed home until I could get to my stylist and she laughed and laughed! So you could be more humiliated by going to your stylist and pleading for her to fix the mistake but only if you promise her never to do it again as I had too. Ow the joys of trying to cover the skunk stripe.
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Thanks all for the support and commiseration. The color is fading – a bit – but I still am easy to spot from a couple of blocks away! 🙂
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