I am done experimenting with different types of hair color. This time it wasn’t even a different brand or shade, just a new formulation from the same brand I’ve been using for (murfle) years, allegedly in the same Light Auburn shade, that develops in 10 minutes instead of the usual 30. I liked that idea, so I figured I’d try it.
The first thing I found out was that a splash on a hard surface stained faster than I could grab an already prepared wet paper towel and mop it up. There is now a bright burgundy stripe on our toilet seat. That’s not a huge deal, as toilet seats are inexpensive and easily installed, but it was a salutary warning.
The next thing I found was that the stuff was more like paste in consistency than anything, which made it difficult to apply using a bottle with a small nozzle. I persevered, but it was frustrating.
The third thing was that it stained skin as readily as painted wood. That’s wearing off already, but my hairline is still, shall we say, a trifle garish.
And then there’s the color. Burgundy. Deep, clear, dark, iridescent wine. I can’t look at myself in the sun too easily, but I suspect I fluoresce. Not quite the thing for a middle-aged matron, y’know?
I have once again proven my coolness quotient to the adolescent contingent, though. At temple this morning for a bat mitzvah, one of the girls from the Hebrew School looked at me and said gleefully “You dyed your hair! You made it wine-colored! Hey!” to one of her buddies “Mrs. Deer made her hair PUNK!” and then back to me “You are SO COOL!”
I didn’t have the heart to tell her that it was a complete accident.
Having had punked-out burgundy hair myself, I agree with the Hebrew School student. It is indeed unspeakably cool.
All you need now are some safety pins in your ears…