This is me as a red head:
For realsies. It's red in there. We (meaning my stylist) think that the red will come out more after a few days. Otherwise, next time I'm in the chair, we're going to get ... Aggressive. Scary aggressive. In the meantime, I have gotten over my primal fear of dying my hair (which is why we didn't get all Joan Holloway) and I love the depth it has now, subtle or not. While I love my natural color and being a brunette, this really livened it up - at least I think so.
But I still really want to be a red head. Brunette sponge hair be damned.
I do like my new highlights-that-are-my-real-color thing. I think that means I like my low-lights? Honestly, I am remedial when it comes to hair color. It's not reddddd red, but I like it. And I looooove the cut, but that's to be expected. She always makes my hair fantastic and makes me wish i could get a blow-out everyday. How can you complain about someone making your hair super shiny, swingy, smooth, and pretty? I'll take those things over red-red any day.
For the next eight weeks, anyway.