Friday, September 05, 2008

Because it's Friday night and I'm bored...

Here are a couple of pix of the pink streaks:

Really f'ing large, I realize. Sorry. I'm just too lazy to resize them again.

I used Colour Rays from L'Oreal, which is specifically made for dark hair. It has bleach built into it, which means the pink will fade and leave me with pale highlights. (I know this from prior experience.)

The next time I do this, I will bribe my best friend to help me. He's had cosmetology training, which is like some gay rite of passage in Texas.

I wanted a much neater array of streaks than I wound up with, and wanted them all the way around, but I had so much trouble with it for some reason that I gave up with the streaks only on the sides, not all the way around back.
Only I could manage to dye apparently unnoticeable pink streaks into my hair. No one at church commented on it, which I find strange (we're a small group at CAYA, and know one another pretty well). In fact the only person thus far who has said anything about it is my ex-husband.

And he complimented me on the red I'd added to my hair.

I'm not too disappointed with the effect, though. It's my one silly-college-girl affectation.

I have home work I should be attending to, but I'm reading blogs instead. I have to pre-write a paper for Freshman Comp. It's the "remembered event", wherein I have to tell an autobiographical story which gives insight into the person I am now. Joy. I categorically refuse to delve into my recent past. 'Tis one thing to share it online, in near anonymity, another by far to discuss it face-to-face with a room full of teenagers. (Mostly. There are a couple of other grownups there besides the teacher, but not many. Maybe five of us.)

1 comment:

knitalot3 said...

I like your hair.

About the story, make something up. It's how you write it not how factual it is. Like that one 4th of July and you were watching the parade when you were eight years old and....

Nobody's business but yours.