Update: Finally dyed my hair red!

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A few weeks ago I wrote a very forceful, lady-empowerment post about changing my hair from easy, safe blond to something more interesting and perhaps even a little wild. I said that though I felt terrified, I knew this fear was kind of stupid and I was finally going to face it, march into the hairdresser's and declare, "Make my hair red! (please.)"

But then the appointment got canceled. And I made another one and I couldn't go. And then no appointments were working out and they were booked until last night and it was all getting REALLY FRUSTRATING. In the two week interim, I had far too much time to obsess over the whole shallow situation and to hear other people's advice and opinions (all of which stoked my panic and really made me want to chicken out). To wit:
"Well it will be next to impossible to go back to blond and you'll probably cry," said my best friend Clayton.
"I think with your hair it will probably turn out like, a pinkish salmon color, which could be good!" offered my friend Phoebe.
"Wait, like red, red? Like Lucille Ball red?" gasped my sister.

Lucille Ball on Shine

Update: Finally dyed my hair red!