I bleached and dyed my hair on Monday night. The same colour I’d had in for a couple of weeks, only with most of the brown regrowth no longer showing and the old faded colours on top of which it had been applied – purple and red – stripped completely out.
So I’m wandering off to work at some ungodly hour, and noticing that people seem more than usually inclined to stare. And one bloke hung out a car window as it went past, whooping. That was in Ipswich, need I say? Anyhow, I did notice a lot of prolonged stares. I got to work, and got in the lift.
Mirrored walls. Bright lights.
OH.
MY.
GOD.
My hair is neon.
Like, orange neon advertising in King’s Cross. That’s my hair colour.
I was planning on putting some red streaks through it, but this is so garishly, eye-bleedingly awesome that I can’t bring myself to mar it in any way.
Photos to come when I have:
a) Light
b) Time
c) Vaguely decent hairdo, as opposed to rat’s nest.
Filed under: Just Stuff | Tagged: hair dye
It’s good, it’s different.
I’m sure you would encourage bogans to hang out of car windows, anyway. You’re a “chick” (sorry ’bout that) and you don’t look like crap. There you go, bogan hotness.
Neon hair? Sounds relatively normal for Ipswich
I’ve inadvertantly done that once
Interesting, very interesting
would love to see the pics