So, I decided that I needed more interesting plumage, and that I'd like my first stop to be white. I was really blonde as a child, and I have been successful in making some of my hairs white before.
|Granted, they were a little bit lavender here, but still. They were super pale. This was when I was 30? I think?|
Now, I'm not about to dump a bunch of peroxide and bleach on my head without doing some SCIENCE to find out where the line between "hair" and "rubbery pile of mess" should be drawn.
Fortunately, I have a (creepy, according to my best friend who was VERY squicked out that I do this) habit of collecting the ponytails from major haircuts.
|The fact that I own this, apparently, is creepy as hell. I think it would be creepier if I was collecting OTHER people's ponytails.|
Well, I saved the ponytail from my haircut in February, and decided that this was the optimal test subject to find out how much juice and time it would take to make my head icy.
I interrupt this narrative to interject a bit of hair history.
Now, last June I dyed my (virgin) hair with Manic Panic; Purple Haze and Raven. It stained it a bit, and then washed out. My hair was not prebleached, but the Raven (which is actually really dark turquoise) gave the back of my head a bit of a greenish cast for a very long time.
|Exhibit B: Purplish in the front, greenish in the back.|
I had forgotten about this little haircolor adventure when I used this particular ponytail as my test subject. I put little snippets of hair on bits of duct tape, mixed up different concentrations of bleach/peroxide, slapped it onto the samples, and let it sit in baggies for 50 minutes. Upon washing and drying my science project, I discovered that the green dye was far more stubborn than anyone could have ever predicted.
|Control, 10vol, 20vol, 30vol.|
Huh. That was unexpected.
I bleached the samples again. They stayed green, but now had a bit of a crispy feel to them, so I doused them in coconut oil and then conditioner.
|That's downright seaweedy.|
|It's even weirder backlit.|
I'm reasonably sure that none of the hair left on my head has ever seen the dye brush- it's pretty short. Still, I'm disappointed that white-white seems to be out of my reach without absolutely destroying my hair. I can probably get to really pale ginger, and that's it.
Today was my Younger Nephew's first birthday party. After watching him smear cake on himself, I sat with Elder Nephew (who is almost 3) to play a little Haircolor Roulette.
Me: "What color should my hair be?"
Me: "Black? Black hair is pretty, but don't you think I should have a bright color?"
Him: >slightly confused look<
Me: "It can be any color of the rainbow. What color should my hair be?"
The Heir has spoken. And you can put purple on top of pale ginger. I'll probably add some fuchsia, red, and bright orange somewhere, to give it a bit of interest. Flamey, I think. Maybe my temples.
Mom is coming over tomorrow for Mother's Day. I am going to get her to help me abuse the shit out of my hair, and then we are going to have dinner. I think I'll be ginger for a little while before trying color- maybe it'll suit me.
If nothing ever changed, we'd have no butterflies.