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tales of colored hair
Jan. 28th, 2001 07:06 pmYesterday we attempted to dye Jim's hair blue. It's rather greenish now and he is not so pleased with us. Heh. So Karen is going to try again tonight. I know we didn't leave the bleach in long enough, and then while we were applying the blue to his orangy hair, some thick glops of dark blue Manic Panic spilled on the roommate's pale yellow bathroom rug. So we panic, and realize this will not wash out. What do we do? We pour more dye on the rug and attempt to make it all blue! Which mostly worked, though it looks a little funny. I have the feeling that the roommate will not be pleased when she gets back from California in a few hours. Heh. I'm glad I don't have to explain this.
Whatever you do Ang, don't do it anywhere near anything that could accidentally be dyed an unnatural color! Heh.
It made me want to dye my hair again, and I came close to letting Karen bleach my head, but my common sense prevailed. I'm hoping that all this black dye will grow out over the summer, and I'm going to try and keep my hair it's regular color at least until the wedding. It's been black for more than a year now, but I'm starting to miss my brown hair.
Professor P. told us a fabulous story about a hair salon near the dorm in Prague. Apparently it is really a front for the Russian Mafia. She went in cause she needed a haircut, and was puzzled as to the number of Russian speaking prostitutes inside. Someone directed her to a chair and said "Oleg will cut your hair." Oleg comes out, and he is a big Russian man with an enormous long slash scar down his neck. Not a wound from the salon business. So Professor P. was rather disconcerted by all this, but stayed anyways. She's just like that. Oleg gave her the most wonderful, fantastic hair cut she's ever had, and she just raved about it. So now we will all go to the salon and have our hair cut by Oleg. I can't wait.
Whatever you do Ang, don't do it anywhere near anything that could accidentally be dyed an unnatural color! Heh.
It made me want to dye my hair again, and I came close to letting Karen bleach my head, but my common sense prevailed. I'm hoping that all this black dye will grow out over the summer, and I'm going to try and keep my hair it's regular color at least until the wedding. It's been black for more than a year now, but I'm starting to miss my brown hair.
Professor P. told us a fabulous story about a hair salon near the dorm in Prague. Apparently it is really a front for the Russian Mafia. She went in cause she needed a haircut, and was puzzled as to the number of Russian speaking prostitutes inside. Someone directed her to a chair and said "Oleg will cut your hair." Oleg comes out, and he is a big Russian man with an enormous long slash scar down his neck. Not a wound from the salon business. So Professor P. was rather disconcerted by all this, but stayed anyways. She's just like that. Oleg gave her the most wonderful, fantastic hair cut she's ever had, and she just raved about it. So now we will all go to the salon and have our hair cut by Oleg. I can't wait.