Waaaaaay back in highschool, I used Sun-In to blondify my naturally dark blonde/light light brown hair. And I had fabulous results, unlike many of my friends, who ended up with tangerine colored hair. Or worse, burnt sienna. I am not altogether sure why I stopped using it, but I think it had something to do with the stigma attached. It’s a pretty fair statement, I believe, to say that using Sun-In makes you kind of a dork.
As an adult, I’ve gone to an actual hair salon person to have my hair highlighted. This has cost various amounts depending on the hairdresser, but most recently, I’d been spending $120 EVERY EIGHT WEEKS for highlights. How insane is that? I did this not only because I liked the results, but because I enjoyed talking with my gay hairdresser. Gay male hairdressers have historically been some of the funnest people ever to talk to, and my guy was no exception.
HOWEVER, about 3 months ago, I told Dame I was thinking about quitting my hair guy and buying a bottle of Sun-In. Her response? “NO” along with a look that clearly SCREAMED, “If you use Sun-In, I may no longer be able to be friends with you.” After some discussion about my good high school results, she reluctantly agreed to continue our friendship even if I went to the dark sun-in side.
So I did it. And I am happy to tell you that five dollars and 3 months later, I am as blonde as I would be if I continued to see my gay hairdresser, except now I have more money to spend on other completely frivolous things. Even Dame has commented on my successful blondeness - I’ve made a believer out of her!
I would like to know about our readers’ haircoloring stories and/or nightmares. Have you had a run-in with Sun-in? (See what I did there?)
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