Annie and Maddie had a play date with their friend Jane today after lunch. I may have clapped my hands for joy at the thought of going to do errands alone. While at the infamous Walmart, I remembered how annoyed I've been with my reflection in the mirror of grown out highlights. So, I swung through the hair dye aisle and tried to find a color similar to my own. I didn't find any light browns in the semi-permanent, but I found a medium brown that I thought might work.
Fast forward- I rinsed the dye from my hair and looked at the mirror. Whoa.
That. Is. Red.
Ryan told me it wasn't as bad as I thought it was.
Ha. If Gilbert Blythe was around, he would have pulled my braid and called me, "Carrots." It was every bit as bright as I thought it was.
I washed my hair three times. It's marginally better. I'm hoping by church on Sunday, I won't be mistaken for Anne Shirley anymore.
Ryan keeps saying- It's not that bad. It's a good color on you. etc. The kids, on the other hand, tell me I look like [a lady with unnaturally red hair] and, "Your hair looks funny."