It is a truth universally acknowledged that everyone gets sick of their hair color at least once.
I’ve been there.
Despite the fact that I am a curling iron away from having Kate Middleton’s perfect hair, I’ve dyed it before.
I went slightly lighter brown once while delusional, causing me to get in an epic fight with my roommate, and some years prior also fell victim to the classic delusion:
I wish I had red hair.
I don’t know if it’s a result of reading Anne of Green Gables in my formative years or my love affair with the entire Weasley family, but so help me God, I wish I was a ginger.
I realize it would look atrocious on my skin tone, but I went ahead and went orange-ish anyway once upon a 2006.
(It was a terrible decision. I am so glad I have long-since deleted all pictures of this.)
But red seems to be one of those nearly impossible to bottle shades.
Yes, occasionally you have the natural blonde like Emma Stone or Christina Hendricks who looks so fantastic as redheads that blonde looks unnatural, but on the whole?
Put the box down and stick with your natural hair color, or get a professional to change it to a proper rich, vibrant red, not some hideous Wendy’s Girl orange. As I have recently observed in-action, it’s hard to repair a tragic dye job without doing drastic things to hair. As appealing as being a ginge is, it’s a hard reality to achieve.
I present evidence below.
Here’s the thing.
If you are a dirty blonde, CONSULT A PROFESSIONAL before going a hair color other than dirty blonde.
I think we can extend that universally, actually.
Go to a professional, say, “I want X crazy color” and then be made to wait a week to think about it before you RUIN YOUR HAIR.