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a promise fulfilled
Oct. 5th, 2015 06:48 pmOne of my first acts of teenage rebellion when I moved out to college was to dye my hair. I'd wanted to do it in high school, but my mom refused on the grounds it was "unnatural". (NB: My sister was allowed to perm her hair. I leave you to draw your own conclusions.)
I conscripted the help of my friend Phil, and he came over armed with rubber gloves, bleach, and purple. We were unsystematic about the bleaching -- Phil basically dipped his hands into it and then finger combed my hair, leaving random streaks through it.
I wanted a bright purple, but it turned out more of a magenta, which soonish faded to various types of pink. It wasn't what I planned, but it was pretty awesome (and I still love that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
leleth_faery once told me that this song always made her think of me, because of the line "the color of your hair is the color of love"). But I decided then that some day, when I wasn't a student, when I was grown up, when I had a steady job, and I didn't have to worry about appearances, I was going to do it correctly, a real purple, that didn't fade to pink, that really stayed. (I was ambivalent about whether I would bleach it first in order to ensure that I got a true, bright purple.)
Well, last year, I got that job. And I started thinking about the promise I'd made myself, toying with the idea. Sadly, Joel wasn't entirely keen, especially because if I DID bleach it, the likelihood that I would in the next couple of years then cut my hair would increase quite a bit, and he's not keen when I cut my hair. But...this is something I've wanted to do for a long time. Eventually summer came to a close, and I realized, if I was going to do it, I needed to do it BEFORE classes started, so that when I show up the first day, this is how/who I am. So I made plans with a friend and today Sy came over, and this is the result:
I am very, very happy.
(Joel is not as displeased as he expected to be. He said "In certain lights, your hair just looks like it used to look." I.e., not so grey. :) )
I conscripted the help of my friend Phil, and he came over armed with rubber gloves, bleach, and purple. We were unsystematic about the bleaching -- Phil basically dipped his hands into it and then finger combed my hair, leaving random streaks through it.
I wanted a bright purple, but it turned out more of a magenta, which soonish faded to various types of pink. It wasn't what I planned, but it was pretty awesome (and I still love that
leleth_faery once told me that this song always made her think of me, because of the line "the color of your hair is the color of love"). But I decided then that some day, when I wasn't a student, when I was grown up, when I had a steady job, and I didn't have to worry about appearances, I was going to do it correctly, a real purple, that didn't fade to pink, that really stayed. (I was ambivalent about whether I would bleach it first in order to ensure that I got a true, bright purple.)Well, last year, I got that job. And I started thinking about the promise I'd made myself, toying with the idea. Sadly, Joel wasn't entirely keen, especially because if I DID bleach it, the likelihood that I would in the next couple of years then cut my hair would increase quite a bit, and he's not keen when I cut my hair. But...this is something I've wanted to do for a long time. Eventually summer came to a close, and I realized, if I was going to do it, I needed to do it BEFORE classes started, so that when I show up the first day, this is how/who I am. So I made plans with a friend and today Sy came over, and this is the result:
I am very, very happy.
(Joel is not as displeased as he expected to be. He said "In certain lights, your hair just looks like it used to look." I.e., not so grey. :) )
