Today, I Became a Goth

Well Happy Birthday me. It's been a pretty rubbish birthday if I'm honest. Largely because I had to go to work. Boooo. Working on your birthday is so wrong.

However on top of that, I have been exceptionally unpopular this year. I had two cards this morning. One of those from The Old Man. Pretty poor, eh? However I am blaming the postal strike rather than a total lack of popularity, as throughout the day 6 people have asked if I have received their cards. So maybe I'm only vaguely unpopular.

But in addition to that, as you know, I highlighted my hair the other day. I had planned to dye it out at some point, when I could be bothered. When I opened my card from The Old Man this morning, I was given the spur I needed to dye it out. A trip to the hairdressers. That was part of my birthday present.

I could not possibly go to the hairdresser with my horrific highlighting disaster. The day after my highlighting disaster I bought the dye to clear it up with. I bought the same make of dye as I did highlighting kit - something from the telly. Foolish, as it turns out. I should have known. The highlighting disaster should have been a warning.

I dyed my hair whilst The Old Man made a fancy birthday dinner. It was supposed to stay on for 25 minutes. Similar to the highlighting. After about 10 minutes, the colour started looking rather conspicuous. Similar to the highlighting. After the full 25 minutes, it looked like I should have washed it off after 10 minutes. Similar to the highlighting.

So needless to say, the reddish brown colour I went for has ended up as blackish. With quite a lot of red. Particularly in the areas that were once stupid looking highlights. I look like I once had blonde hair and accidentally spilled a glass of red wine on it.

Bearing in mind that I am as pale as a snowman, I now look ill. So obviously that's a look I can be much more proud of when I go to the hairdresser than my cheetah-highlights. Good. It's been a great birthday. Marvellous.