Take the Red Away!
Yep, I've rid myself of the red hair. I loved it. Really I did. But I hated what it did to my wardrobe. Just didn't like how it clashed with my plethora of red, pink, purplish and yellow shirts. That's at least a shelf of clothing I didn't feel "right" tossing on with the hair. It was a choice of the clothes or the hair.
Call me material, I chose the clothes.
So, sadly, I did a wash out of the red. With the ease of Color Oops, it was a whole 20 minutes (well more like 30 after various shampoos, rinses, more rinses, shampoos, rinses, more rinses and yet one more time the whole routine. It really didn't bring me back to my natural color--but the last light color that I had done. Which is fine. It's not red. The red that I really did love, but just didn't fit in my wardrobe.
Call me material, I chose the clothes.
So, sadly, I did a wash out of the red. With the ease of Color Oops, it was a whole 20 minutes (well more like 30 after various shampoos, rinses, more rinses, shampoos, rinses, more rinses and yet one more time the whole routine. It really didn't bring me back to my natural color--but the last light color that I had done. Which is fine. It's not red. The red that I really did love, but just didn't fit in my wardrobe.
