Tuesday, July 30, 2013

From "Golden Sun" to "Darkened Star"

I got it pretty damned blonde.

Holy roots, Batman.  This was 3 days after I bleached.

Blonde was a means to an end.

A glorious purple end.

With some sunset thrown in for interest.

I dyed my hair.  I did not get a personality transplant.


Saturday, July 13, 2013

Third time's the charm?

After round one, my hair was orange and copper and greenish.

I match my orange sheets.

After round two, my hair was orange and ginger and lighter greenish.

And the Rosie the Riveter scarf is my new default work hairstyle.

Let down, you can see how many interesting colors I was displaying.

Round three- grease up entire head with coconut oil for two hours before bleaching.

Smells like summer in here.


Paint bleach on the dark bits, wait.
Paint bleach on the ginger bits, wait.
Run the bleach through all of it, wash.

Rinse with vinegar, wash with purple shampoo, condition with protein restructurizer.

And now I'm yellow and white with bare hints of ginger and green.

And I'm still wearing the scarf.

Now, to a haircut, and then on to purple next week.

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Citrus flavored head

Well, my hair is dry.  It's definitely yellow.  I think it got lighter as it dried.

I had to go make people look like paintings and sculptures tonight, so I slapped on a face and a scarf, and took my freshly-citrus noggin to work.

The reviews were almost laughably good.  It's okay, people, I know it's a heinous wreck, you don't have to tell me "BLONDE IS SUCH A GOOD COLOR FOR YOU!"  I am very secure about my appearance.  I do not need pleasant lies and ego-stroking.  This isn't blonde.  It's a patchy yellow wreck.  It's not super flattering.  It's also temporary, and it's okay.  

It's still really startling in the mirror.

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Cattle egret? Sunflower? Failed Slytherin?

Life is very short.  I've decided to fuck with my hair.


Despite having uncolored, unprocessed, virgin hair, I decided to go slow on this one, and only use a 20 vol. developer with the blue bleach.  
Probably wise, considering how fast one side started to lift.  On another note, look at my glorious forehead.  Can YOU make that many ridges in your forehead?  CONTAIN YOUR JEALOUSY.

The back is taking it's sweet time.

Well, THAT'S patchy and sort of goofy looking.  And I look SUPER pink.

It's even better in the sun.

I look like a drunk tangerine.

In a day or two, I go again, except in reverse order so the dark bits have more time in the sauce.  
Still feels pretty decent, though, which is a good trick.  Conditioner is my friend.