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Men's Vs. Women's Hair Coloring


Carolyn Marie

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My natural hair is light gray, and of course my wig is dark brown. I wanted to match the colors so the wig would better blend with my hair.

I have tried Touch of Gray and Just for Men, with completely unsatisfactory results. Touch of Gray was more like "Touch of Brown" as far as how dark it got my hair. Just for Men ended up being "Just a Waste of Time." <_< It left lots of gray, especially around the temples and the back. Money down the drain, literally.

So I decided to try women's hair coloring. What could it hurt, right? My wife recommended L'Oreal Superior Preference as being relatively easy to apply, with good color choices and fairly long lasting (4-6 weeks, she told me).

I tried it this morning, and (drum roll)...............OMG, it's GREAT! It completely covered my hair without coloring my scalp, its a deep and shiny shade of brown, and it left my hair feeling very silky. I still don't have much up there, but what's there now makes me look 20 years younger even without the wig. I am very confident that the wig and my natural hair will blend together very well. It does take about 25-30 minutes to mix and apply, and you need to use their conditioner twice a week for 2-3 weeks to keep the color nice, but it isn't too complicated. The instructions do mentioned exploding bottles if you mess things up (yay, just like high school chemistry! :lol:). Oh, it does smell really bad, so have some ventilation.

My only disappointment is that I had hoped the treatment would make me look like the model on the box. :mellow: It didn't. False advertising, as far as I'm concerned. :P

Carolyn Marie

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Since my natural color had everything from silvery pale blond to red mixed in streaks and streaks weren't fashionable till recently I colored it for decades. And no bottles ever exploded-but if you leave them in the trash they do burble out and fill up the house with that yummy ammonia smell.

I really liked L'Oreal but Feria is my favorite because it came out more multi-toned but that may be a blond thing. I do know that saving money on hair color doesn't. In this case you get what you pay for. I tried the customs from the beauty supply but had better luck with L'Oreal and Feria.

I'm glad you mentioned the men's hair color not working-I want to go back to blond rather than white with blond streaks and will stay with Feria now.

Fantastic that you like the color and that it turned out so well!

And I like you much better than that model on the box. She may be nice to take a picture of but you are nice to know and it shows!

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Johnny

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And I like you much better than that model on the box. She may be nice to take a picture of but you are nice to know and it shows!

Thank you, Johnny. As always, you are such a sweet man! :wub:

HUGS

Carolyn Marie

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I've been coloring mine for a couple of years. Ok, it's a vanity thing and I was chasing the gray away. I have about 7 different wigs which all have my golden blond color and various other colors in them as well. That way if my hair shows, it's not really noticeable.

The 4-6 week thing is largely due to the fact that your roots will be showing. If you wash your hair daily, that will have an effect on how long between coloring as well. It eventually will wash out. You might want to try a shampoo specifically for treated hair in order to minimize the washing out effect. My rule of thumb is if it doesn't feel oily and my curls aren't misbehaving too badly, I don't wash it. But due to the nature of my hair I have to wash it at least every other day.

And JJ's right. You get what youu pay for in hair coloring products. If you try to save money and buy the cheaper stuff you might as well buy 2 of them. Because they're going to wash out in half the time and really, they just don't look as nice.

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I've been coloring my hair since last summer just after I realized I was trans. I was coloring it a golden blonde, but now I'm coloring it even more blonde. Even though I grew up with brown hair and brown eyes (hazel now), I've always wanted to be a blonde. I added highlights to the hair and even after coloring my hair again for a couple times, my highlights stayed. :)

I don't do my own coloring, but go to a beauty school, and they have done a wonderful job. Plus it only costs $25 for hair my length. They also style the hair for no extra charge.

Jenny

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