I Dyed My Ears Brown

21 06 2008

I’ve become a real advocate, despite what TV shows tell us, of DDIY–DON’T DO IT YOURSELF. Whatever it is, there is a professional out there who can do it much better than you can. You might spend more money but you will save yourself heartache.

And I’m not just talking about around the house–though my recent bathroom remodeling proved the point applies there as well. Today, I’m specifically thinking of do-it-yourself beauty. Because, you see, I just dyed my ears brown.

Im barely thirty, but I’m prematurely graying–particularly right over my ears. It must not be too bad, because if I say something about it, I usually hear “You don’t have any gray!”

No, I don’t have any gray. I have stark white. And I don’t think much about it…but when mom was here a few weeks back she commented “You’re gonna have to dye that, I can’t have a child that looks old, or people will think I am!”

I keep my hair very short. (A number one on the back and sides and a number four on the top, for those who can assign meaning to that). To me, there’s never been a point in dying my hair when A. I get it cut every three weeks, and B. except for the week right before a hair cut, my hair is so short you can’t see the white ones anyway.

But I was at Target today, and right there across from the razors and such, was “Just For Men” and priced at a surprisingly low $5.99. “What the hell?” I figured. I’m getting a haircut next week anyway, and Im out a whopping six bucks if it doesn’t work.

So, I placed the dye beneath my other purchases and rushed to the check out with the embarassed look I expect a teenage girl buying a pregnancy test might have. Back home, I mixed and shook, lathered it into my hair and waited five minutes before hopping into the shower to rinse away my gray.

I got out, a bit disappointed. The product had promised to target just the gray for a more natural look. It seemed to have targeted everything BUT the gray, as the rest of my hair is now too dark, and my white hairs are sort of burgundy. Oh well, I thought, looking forward to that haircut. Then I noticed my ears were brown. All along the top, they look like they’ve been soaked with Betadine.

I should have known better.

About seven years ago, my two roomates and I decided to dye our hair. My blonde roomie was going a medium brown, while my dark haired roommate and I were going for some lighter colored highlights. My previous roommate had done some highlights for me in college that looked great, so I wasn’t worried as I slapped a few blobs of bleach on my head, wrapped it in Saran wrap, and waited. After the allotted time, I bent over the tub, rinsed my head and watched my roommates burst into laughter as I removed the towel.

Instead of the subtle and natural looking highlights I expected, the various small blobs had congealed into one giant Peppy Le Pew stripe across my forehead. BRIGHT WHITE!


As their peals of laughter rang throughout the bathroom, I grabbed my roomies leftover brown dye and dumped it on my head, hoping against hope to return myself to something close to what I’d been a mere half hour earlier. After another wait and wash, I was convinced I had come close to correcting the mistake.

Then my hair dried. The white patches were orange, my natural hair was spots of light and dark brown. I guess it was better to look like a calico cat than a skunk, but I was still horrified.

Yes, it looked just like that little guy right there. The next morning, I had it cut very short, figuring that most of the funky colored locks would end up on the floor. I was wrong. It looked even more obvious. I got back to work and people eyed me suspiciously. “Did you….” they would start to ask, then trail off, not sure what exactly I had done to myself.

On the way home from work, I bought a THIRD dye to try and correct everything. When I got home, my newly-brown haired roomie was sitting with a neighbor from down the hall.

“Sweet Jesus!” she said.

“Don’t worry, I got dye!”

“I don’t think you should dye your hair three times in 24 hours honey…” she said, squeezing my crunchy hair between her hands “Yeah, this is really dry. Let me call Scott” Scott was the flamboyant hairdresser who lived downstairs. She left a message for him, and I called my mom–herself no stranger to hair dying disasters.  

“What should I use?” I asked, stressing that I was to come home for a family reunion the next day.

“Son, you better use the yellow pages, and quick. But don’t come home looking like that.”

As I promised to do just that, Scott returned our neighbor’s call and promised to see what he could do as soon as he got home from Atlanta. So, at 11 PM that evening, Scott saved my hair with a henna rinse and a firm admonishment to “Call him first” if we ever got the “itch to play pretty parlor” again.

Advice that now rings very loudly through my brown ears.





9 responses

22 06 2008
Queen of Planet Hotflash

This one was a good one
P.s. Love the new look Purdy Brown Ears 😉

22 06 2008

OMG! I did the 3 dye thing last weekend. Had to get mucho hair cut off.

I’ll bet you wuz reel purdy with brown ears!

22 06 2008
Don Zeigler

What you do is buy the hair coloring at Wally World then use the self-checkout!!!

22 06 2008
The Vinyl Villager

Thanks Queen…I thought it was time to do a lil redecorating–Im not sold on this look, but Ill try it for a few days. Its one new look that at least didnt require that I exfoliate a part of my body to the point of bloodiness.

TPB…see what I mean? Its not something you should do yourself. It never comes out like the swatches.

22 06 2008
The Vinyl Villager

Don….ahh, words of wisdom there. Ive gotta remember that. Thanks for stoppin by!

22 06 2008

I, too, have had some mishaps with the dye. Once even with the temporary dye that is supposed to shampoo out – the black that I had for Halloween firmly adhered to my blond locks. Upon shampooing to remove it, my hair was platinum. No, not Marilyn Monroe platinum blond. Platinum, like silver. Took 6 weeks to grow out!!

22 06 2008

I bet your ears are cuuuute!
But, Umm . . white/grey hair is sexy. Even on an almost 30 year old.
Do we get pictures?
To get the dye off your ears, try a little rubbing alcohol and a washcloth.

23 06 2008
The Vinyl Villager

Well now ya tell me Red! Where were you Saturday morning?

23 06 2008

Man, only one time in my life have I ever tried anything on myself. I once went through one-and-a-half bottles of Sun-In, only to have my light brown hair turn orange instead of the blonde I wanted. Ever since then (I think I was 12), I have never touched my hair. I would rather be broke from paying a pro than look that bad again.

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