You remember who was in the chorus of the Gene Wilder musical classic? Yes, the Oompa Loompas. And what color were the Oompa Loompas? Yes, they were orange. And what color were my roots after using an unfortunate shade of Clairol Natural Instincts? Yes, they were a very deep shade of overripe cantalope. “Natural” Instincts, my ass!
I’ve never messed up a hair color before but I haven’t done it myself for several years and apparently, Clairol Natural Instincts uses a totally different formula as they did when I last used their products. And they are on a melon kick! Not to be seen in public (other than going to Target to get a fix for this), I used a non-permanent, normal looking reddish brown dye today. Ah, much better. Most of the melon is gone.
The Oompa Loompas would say that my parents are to blame for this mishap (“…the mother and the fa-ather”). However, the same thing happened to my mom and she warned me about it. When did I remember this? After I rinsed the color out of my hair! So, I’ve decided to blame Roald Dahl.
It will be so nice to be able to go back to the salon. It will happen.
P.S. The color was just like this except MORE orange. No lie.
The Oompa Loompas after disobeying their lax parents in the Clairol Factory and falling into a vat of Natural Instincts “Dark Auburn.”
My Eyes Are Up Here 
I bet Zoey would have approved, and it might have given you cool cred with her. Hey, find out what your hair stylist uses on you normally, and I can get it for cheap. My massage license gets me into the salon wholesale businesses here, so I get all my friends/family high-end shampoo & hair color supplies. I’m talkin’ the good stuff, sistah. I can get a gallon of Pureology for like $15. suhweet.
Nope, I’ve learned my lesson. I’m leaving this to the professionals. I left drips of coloring all over the bathroom as well as using the wrong color on my hair.
I can relate! I had the opposite problem and ended up dying my hair too dark. Everyone I passed in the hall at work would do a double-take. I looked quite “goth” for a few days 🙂
We could do it again for Halloween and take our black- and orange-haired selves out Trick or Treating!
It could be an error in labeling. I used the same shade I always used and had a crazy color show up.
I think a personal photo would have been better!! Oh the woes of pushing back time!
I thought about that later but was in too much of a panic with my gray roots turned out the color of Tang!
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