My naturally-dishwater hair has a curious property. While it accepts highlighting in an entirely normal fashion, attempts to apply darker colors never come out as dark as they’re intended to. The shade my brilliant hairdresser actually applied is a sort of deep burgundy. This, as you see, is not the color my hair turned.
But you know what? I love it. Though I’ll no doubt have a heart attack when I wake up and look in the mirror tomorrow morning, and I’m sure people will be saying “Oh, my God” for days.
(The setting sun makes the color look more orange than it is—it actually has decidedly pink overtones, hence my conclusion that my hair is now candy-apple red.)