On why not to dye your hair black.

I would say that I am a person who enjoys change and new & exciting opportunities. I like to be spontaneous every once in a while.

These qualities shine through mostly when I make decisions about my hair. I have had a lot of different hair cuts (and I blame this mostly on my aunt). My first real hair cut (other than a trim) was when I was 8 years old. So now I think because of those 8 years trapped behind a big brown mane, I am consequently addicted to hair cuts. I can't change it often enough. I have even had what some know as a "pixie cut"- so short in fact, that I was labeled as a boy in one of my high school yearbook snapshots.

Anyway, this is really about dying my hair. I was never told "no" about hair dye... so I started young (age 13 to be exact). I am actually not even sure what my natural color is--some brown color, kinda light brown in the summer, darker in the winter, I am not sure.
I mean, my hair has been lots 'o colors. Pink as my first experiment (and I mean a whole head of hot pink hair), it's been different shades of red, darker brown & lighter brown. I just really like to dye my hair. It's like a change that is easy to do and is (kind of) impermanent...because they always just fade away.

Last March I thought it would be fun to try black. Black, like the night sky, bats, witches hair, all things dark- you know. Well $5 box dye in black doesn't fade. No sir. I have tried home remedies as well as gone to a salon to get it "lightened" and nothing is working. I could bleach it, but from past experience, I am sure that would just make my hair break like straw. So I think with a little help from the nice lady at Bubbles, my hair is a bit lighter of a black... but still black. black.black.black. It's been this way for a while, but I just now am feeling the need to vent to you my lovely readers- because I am over the black.

And unless your beautiful ethnic heritage has given you black hair... stay away, I beg you, stay away.