Bleaching and Dyeing

This had been only the second time I had bleached my hair.  Naturally, I'm a dirty blonde (as the awesome bandaged picture to the left shows), so I usually don't really have to bleach.  However, with crazy colors I pretty much have to, or else they lack proper impact.

If somebody exists who actually likes this whole bleaching process, please leave a comment so you can be publically ridiculed.  It iches, like a motherfucker; it's messy, and usually some speckles of my skin get whiter than the rest of me; and the results are generally inconsistent.  I will say, however, that the bleached hair look is pretty awesome.  Not when it's done right and it gets that platinum blonde, though that's cool too, but that like yellow and orange weirdness.  My hair lady Nessa and I are probably alone on this front, but hey.

I didn't think to get a picture of me with the bleach on my head while I sit there slapping it like one of those ghetto girls on ANTM with the weaves.  I did, however, get this picture here.  Bleached hair turns me into an angry lesbian, apparently.

I'm making a Filament Frenzy wish right now, that in this whole process I won't have to bleach my hair much more. I know I'll have to go back and get roots from time to time ... but I'm going to pretend I don't know that, cause it makes my scalp hurt.

So we gave my hair a couple hour break between bleach and dye.  Partially because it needed to dry ... partially because parents showed up in the middle of it because Nessa's little brother and his friends had a klepto moment.  Ah, teenage boys.  They're such a silly breed of human.  Gotta say though, it's pretty awesome to meet concerned parentals when you look like that.  Probably thought I was the bad influence or something!

Then we came up with the latest fashion trend for the spring - the paper bag hat.  It really goes with anything!  I swear, there was something about that day where I needed to make gross faces and stick my tongue out at people.  I was probably in heat, it is an expression pretty similar to my "take me now" face.

I didn't even finish a jar!  For the future, I totally intend to buy a second jar, even if I only skim the top of it.  Better to have too much than not enough.  Plus I pay Nessa (who you can visit through my sidebar under Punk Rock Princess) in excess dye and food/cigarettes, so.

The end result was to the right.

Since I was going from memory, with no verbage from my hair lady, this may have dragged on a little.  It was a fun night though, with awesome results!