Back in October, I embarked on a tiny work project that had never been done before. It was something that should be obvious and easy, but somewhere along the way we all became okay with The Old Way which was tedious but worked well. I made a promise to myself that if I got The New Way to work, I would dye a kicky blue streak into my hair.
- It was certainly BLUE.
- It was inexpensive.
- It was easy.
- It was really messy to apply, even with just one streak and while wearing the supplied gloves. The sink was blue. The bathroom tile was blue, the floor was blue.
- Even after drying and “setting” the color it still rubbed off on my fingers.
- Most of it washed out in one shampoo.
- While colored, the texture of my hair was awful. It was tacky, crusty, and dry.
WM and my mom really liked it and think I should a streak done with permanent dye. But I won’t. Firstly, it didn’t feel like a fun addition to my look. I sort of felt like I was trying to be a cool mom, and being neither cool nor a mom. Secondly, you may find it hard to believe that I dye my hair. (sarcasm) So I’d have to either blue it myself after every dye, or bit the bullet and get it done profe$$ionally.
In other equally-trivial blog updates, today is my half-birthday. Hooray.
(I know the lyric is tangled up IN blue, but this fit better.)