Last Saturday morning, I dyed my hair red. This was done on a whim, but I've been thinking about dying my hair for a long time. In the seventh grade, I dyed my hair brown, which was a huge mistake. It didn't fit me at all, so I removed the dye, and after that, I swore that I'd stick with my natural hair.
On Friday morning, my mom asked me to go with her to buy a new canopy for our cabin in Pennsylvania. She also asked my sister, and we all went on the 45 minute drive to the nearest Target. On the way, my sister asked my mom if they could pick up some hair dye at Target. Both my mom and my sister dye their hair, so I started thinking, "Why don't I?" I liked the color of my hair, but it was starting to get old. I knew that I would want to go back to blonde, but it wouldn't hurt if I dyed it once and removed it after a few weeks. So, I bought two boxes of dye, and the next morning, I used it. I was really worried, because it looked really red while it was wet. I even got my entire family to sing Part of Your World from The Little Mermaid.
I actually kind of like it, though. When it dried, it got kind of coppery. It isn't radically different from my old hair; in fact, the ends of my hair still look kind of blonde. My family have all said that they like it, and I think that it suits me well. I still know that I will end up removing the dye, but for now, I'm going to enjoy being a ginger.
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