A Haircolor Fail

About two months ago, I was over my long, blonde wedding hair that I had strived for for the past few years.  I felt like my hair was pretty fried and damaged, so I decided I needed a change.  I LOVE the blonde ombre look, but I feel a little too old for it.  I know, I know, I'm NOT old at all, but I'm definitely an old soul, and pretty conservative in my dress and fashion choices.  I just don't think I could have pulled off.  In addition, my mantra is "What Would Kate (Middleton) Do?"  She, my friends, would never be caught dead with ombre hair.

I decided I wanted to go for an all-over, more natural color.  My natural hair is that dirty-dishwater, mousy blonde that has no real dimension or color in itself.  Not so flattering.  So, hair color is pretty much always a must for me.  I headed my beloved salon and stood my ground with my stylist asked me if I was absolutely sure I wanted to do an all-over darker color (she suggested some darker low-lights).  I wouldn't have it, so off she went to get the color.

I initially really liked it, but then reality set in.  I felt like a brunette, which gave me a serious complex.  No offense to brunettes, but I am a blonde.  It's what I've been all of my life, and a huge part of my identity.  Well, friends, here's how it turned out:

 
Brown, brown, brown.  And as it faded, it turned a greenish-hue  (which is VERY common when coloring blonde hair darker).  I HATED it.  That weekend, I went out of town and was self conscious the entire time.

By Wednesday (I had it colored darker on Friday) of the next week, I was already back in the salon pleading to be blonde again.  My sweet stylist just laughed and said she sees this about 99% of the times blondes try to go darker very drastically.  Here's how it looks today:

There's still some more coloring that needs to gradually be done to get it back to where I had it completely.  I'm happy to be back, baby!!!