Purple hair

[smokingboot]

I'm sure, dear LJ, you recall me telling you a couple of entries back about a purple hallucination I saw in my bedroom. Now I think I know what was going on: The hallucination was a warning from the depths of my psyche which, had it expressed itself in words, would have gone something like this:

'Do not go to the hairdressers on Thursday, or you will come back with purple hair.'

Trust me to get an etheric mime. As it was, I understood it not at all, and went to the hairdressers this morning.

Yes.

Under the lights in the salon, the colour I picked looked wonderful on me, a deep cherry red, utterly gorgeous. And then I went out into the everyday world. Now, when it comes to red hair dyes, you aren't supposed to get your hair wet for 48 hours, cos the hair cuticles /follicles/ bollockles/ something like that are still open and it's not good for keeping the new colour. So thank you, universe, for opening the heavens on me after a morning so bright I never took my umbrella or a hood. Thank you especially for deciding to tip down when I was too far from the village to find any shelter. Thank you for destroying my lovely shiny blow dry hair style and sending me home 'drookit' as a salmon and purple headed to boot.

It's wine purple, not blue purple, but purple it most definitely is.

I am a bit surprised, not least because I like it. Even if it doesn't calm down, it suits me a lot more than those tweeny blonde streaks I've had for years. Maybe I'm a natural grapehead...or maybe the dye has just seeped into my brain.

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[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm going to try that asap!