The Life and Times of a Teenage Weirdo

I Dyed My Hair Red.


I’ve dyed my hair once or twice before, but this time, since I wanted a ‘shocking’ color, I had to bleach it first. I bought the kit (Splat: Rebellious Colors, in “Luscious Raspberries”) and didn’t notice until after I threw away the receipt that there were no nozzles for the bottles… I searched everywhere for them, no luck. I have NO idea where you could buy just the nozzles, so I decided to go at it without them. Which went better than I expected… sorta.

I started out with the bleach, I mixed it carefully, and it got to be a gritty paste, and then I was supposed to wait to let it set. After putting on the gloves that were included, I poured a golf ball amount of the light-blue-goop-that-smells-like-a-litter-box into my palm and started applying it to my hair while standing hunched over our bathtub. Once I felt like I was finished, I had my mom check the back for me, and added more to the areas she specified, finishing off the bottle.

The next 50 minutes of my life were a boring and smelly metamorphosis.

After rinsing out the bleach mix, I peeked in the mirror and realized that a huge chunk of my hair was barely lighter than my original shade of dark, dark brown. I resembled Cruella DeVil.

If she doesn't scare you, no evil thing will...

I was just crossing my fingers that it would look okay once I turned it red. My hair is almost black… black and red go together, right?…?!

So, we ate a lovely supper of tortellini and spinach salad (yummmm) and I didn’t skin any puppies. Next came the treacherous part… red dye. *Horror Movie Scream*

I managed to splatter the junk on my mom’s wall and floor (I spent quite a bit of time with the bottle of 409.) As well as turning the sink and tub slightly pink (which I know from previously dying my hair dark blue, will come out after a little bit of use.) So I sat on an old towel in the bathroom, noticing that it looked like I’d committed murder with the red smears on my fingers and arm. 30 very long minutes went by, and it was time to hop in the shower again! The instructions say to ‘rinse until water runs clear,’ I never thought that would take even half as long as it did, the water ran bright red, hot pink, baby pink, pastel pink, rose quartz pink and FINALLY clear. I hopped out of the shower, blow-dried my hair, and SHAZAM: Fire-Truck-Red hair!

It leans a little closer to pink than I wanted, I was hoping for more of a scarlet, but I still love it! I took the time to straighten it, which I think looks really wicked, too!

(Update: I should add that I also used Manic Panic: Pillarbox Red (I believe it was the “Amplified” version) later on to touch up, it turned out great as well! Pros: It made my hair smooth and softer. Cons: It didn’t last as long as Splat.)

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6 responses

  1. Dahlks

    Hey look a blog!
    nice job making u hair Stillwater colors btw

    September 27, 2010 at 6:59 am

  2. missy

    love the red hair<3 ;;
    your ideas && wierd personality AMAZE me(:

    September 27, 2010 at 8:52 am

  3. Thanks, you guys! 🙂 ❤

    September 27, 2010 at 12:09 pm

  4. Madeleine

    Sadia! I have now discovered your blog thanks to fb and will proceed to bother you by commenting on every single post you ever make. Ive read them all thus far. So heres comment one- I love your hair red! Im pretty sure its mostly grown out by now but its such a bright color that only you could pull off. Seriously, never seen anyone with good red hair. -Madeleine (you know- from mpls kids)

    December 27, 2010 at 5:30 pm

  5. All comments are appreciated, so thank you!! 🙂
    Haha, I wound up dying it back, actually, just because it was fading, and I was tired of dying it every three weeks, haha. 🙂 I liked it, but I’m glad to be a brunette again.

    December 28, 2010 at 8:49 pm

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