…Just lazy/late today and couldn’t really think of anything to post.
I did, however, see a post on Mrs. Meares’ blog last week that disturbed me and I felt I should comment on the situation.
Apparently dip-dyed hair has become a trend.
Even Lauren Conrad, someone I consider to be very beauty and well-groomed and style iconish has been sporting the look. And I mean how tempting are these pictures, it looks pretty amazing.
They also brought up some traumatic memories for me.
The highly important summer betwixt 8th Grade and my Freshman year in Highschool I made two really poor decisions. One was to get braces. The other was to dye the tips of my long, thick, blackbrown hair pink. I had seen a girl on Road Rules do it, or maybe it was Gwen Stefani, and thought, “yes, that is the look for me”.
First I had to prepare my dark brown hair to receive the dye. That involved bleaching it to the shade and texture of straw. Just the bottom 3 inches.
Throwing myself into flaming red hot humiliation for your enjoyment. Mind you, this was more of a “before” picture, it got a whole lot better once the pink was involved. It also appears from this picture that I lived in West Virginia. That was not the case, I got my brilliant stroke of hair genius on a summer trip to Alaska.
Except not at all. It was much more like this:
Yes, that is Gwen Stefani.
I spent a great deal of time looking for more photographic evidence, to no avail, so you are just going to have to trust me on this one.
What I also failed to mention was that I would be starting at a new school for Highschool. A boarding school across the country. My mother was less than pleased with my new ‘do and made me either dye it back or cut it off before I left for school. I was nonplussed with the idea of parting with my long lucious locks, so I attempted to dye it back.
It turned orange. I tried again. Orangey brown. I thought, that looks phenomenal.
And off to my east coast booooaaarding school I went. Not only was the bottom 3 inches of my hair an indistinguishable orange mud color, but it was completely fried while the top of my hair was silky and virginal. The resulting shape was very much similar to a trapezoid.
I also was going through a chunky awkward phase and had braces.
ALSO I was attending a school without a uniform for the first time in my entire life. I remember when we got the packing list from the school, begging my mom to take me to Abercrombie and Fitch because I had zero clothes. I got a whole new A&F wardrobe and was fairly confident that my shiz was smellin’ pretty good. On the packing list it was specified that I would need a blazer and a long winter coat. Since Texas in August isn’t exactly known for its winter wardrobe shopping options, for those items we went to Burlington Coat Factory, which was every bit as elegant as it sounds and was an outlet store in a not great part of town.
I’m not going to get into it, but as you can imagine I made a real splash at my new school.
SO basically the point of this post is that dip dyed hair leads directly to A&F, braces, and humiliation.
You’ve been warned, Lauren Conrad. I would hate to see you follow down the same tragic path.