I had a really great post planned for today. I was going to unveil my new hair. If you
follow me on Twitter, you may have noticed some tweets about buying supplies and panicked tweets about coverage. I had decided that today was the day, I was going to dye my hair black. Armed with plastic gloves, a shower cap and a package of henna-indigo hair dye from my local health food store, I set about the process.
This is where our valiant hero (me) encounters an obstacle. You see, applying green goop that smells like freshly cut hay and has the consistency of a cream soup to one's own head is difficult. Trying to do so without coating the house in the fore mentioned goop leads to holding ones hair upside down over the bath tub.
Which is how the hair directly next to my face and the very bottom layer on the back of my head came to be several shades darker, with a slight green tint, while the top back of my head is still light brownish.
According to my mother, who came home after all this, it isn't terrible, and I have to agree. My father didn't even notice until my sister informed him that "Rosie had dyed her hair a ghastly colour." She can be excused because she's little though, and he was wearing fogged up glasses.
Sorry about the text heavy, some what dreary post, I was going to post pictures, but the flash makes my hair look bright blue and it's too dark to use natural/normal indoor light.