This is my latest selfie, taken last night. Back in October I decided to stop coloring my hair red, after twenty years. It cost over $75 at the salon every time I had it done and I felt that, since I was now 30 years old and supposed to be mature or something (hah!), I should spend the money on more sensible things. I always hated getting it done anyway. For me, as far as unpleasant experiences go it’s almost right up there with going to the dentist’s.
So I went back to the salon one last time and I had them strip the red dye from my hair as best they could (apparently it’s the hardest color to get off) and then dye my hair again, using my inch-long roots and a photo of myself from when I was ten years old as a guide to the color. A sort of ash brown. Although this photo makes my hair look redder than it actually is, I think it worked out pretty well, because I can’t tell the difference between the grown-out roots and the dyed hair.
The whole procedure cost like $125 to do, but it will be worth it in the long run because I’ll never have to dye my hair again.