Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

This past weekend my hair was bothering me. It wasn't because my hair was doing something weird like forming a hideous cowlick with my bangs or getting in my face, or even because the split ends were starting to look ragged. My hair was bothering me because my highlights were growing out, and I was too cheap to go back to my stylist to change it back to my natural color.

To recap, last week my hair color looked like this:

See how happy I look, how much I like my hair color? Unfortunately it was meant only for the summer, as keeping it this color costs me an arm and a leg. So this past Sunday I decided to take matters into my own hands by purchasing a box of midnight black Clairol Nice N' Easy (with no ammonia) and enlisting the help of my mom to go back to my roots. The result is this:

At first I thought, huh, it's a little too black ; I look like a goth girl but it will fade out. I was feeling good with about my decision until a co-worker said on Monday, "you changed your hair color - and it's...DARK." This comment made me feel like it was a very bad decision, and that perhaps I was correct in thinking that I did look goth. Yes, ME - a goth girl. Were Amy Lee of Evanescence and I separated at birth? You decide.

On second thought maybe I should've posed with a ripped tank top so you could see the similarities.