my realtime friend Ellen, who is extremely politically correct and was raised as a second generation red diaper baby, used to keep on asking me when i was going to stop polluting the environment by bleaching my hair (i only had highlights then). after telling her, for several years, that i will continue to bleach my hair until i shape-shift and enter a parallel universe, she now just looks at me disapprovingly when i say that i'm going to get my all of my hair bleached.
15. if i have one life, let me live it as a blonde
to get all of the hairs on my head blonde, i have to have double process color, since my (gasp!) natural hair color is dark, dark brown. this entails me sitting on a chair with bleach on my head for approx. 3-5 hours, depending on how long my roots are. i cannot sit with bleach on my head for more than 2 hours on any given day because if i do, my scalp will itch and my hair will break and i will have to go back for a new cut and another trim or two before i start the process again. in this case, i then feel like i'm a cat with eczema who's shedding and was taken to the groomer and given a bad trimming.
so now, after getting my hair bleached for only 1.5 hours, my hair is platinum at the ends and sort of a reddish bronzish blonde (or blondish red bronze) at the roots. Laurie, my hairdresser, and i agreed that i looked like a peach. at least it was better than looking like a chicken or a pumpkin. i am going back at 8 am today and getting my hair processed again. i am sitting here blogging with a large amount of dried conditioner on my head.
oh, the places i will go and the things i will do for beauty.