First, let me explain something: Every three years I chop all of my hair off. It started when I was in the fourth grade and I've been doing it as a tradition ever since simply because I like change. I get bored with my look very easily. Last time I cut it was November 2006, when I was in college, and I donated it. For a while I've known November was coming, so I was ready.
Ok, so this is what happened.
In May I had the crazy idea to dye my hair blue. I had a wedding though, and my the bride wanted everyone to wear white with a red detail. I kept thinking of details I could wear, like replacing the belt in my dress, like a big flower... I didn't want to wear red earrings cause I didn't want to wear plastic jewelry... And then I thought... "I can put off the blue hair and I can dye it red for now. I'll dye it blue when the red fades out."
This is how it turned out. (that's me with renowned Panamanian folk singer, Sandra Sandoval) It looked pretty cute actually, I really liked it. I only dyed a part in the back so that the top of my head wouldn't look insane and it would be something easily concealable at the times I want to look like a decent human being...
Anyway then it started to fade.
And it turned a pretty lame light pink. This picture shows it about a month and a half later... it wasn't even that bad yet. Later it got really fugly. And I couldn't take it any longer and in August I dyed it blue! The gays (nothing against gays) at the salon told me there was no way the blue would take unless I de-colored it some more. So... I really wanted blue hair. Anyway they decolored it. And then they dyed it blue. It wasn't blue. It was light blue. It didn't work. So they tried another shade of blue. And then it got even lighter! My eyes were playing games on me! They shook their heads and finally said, "what do you want to do?" And I said, "I don't know! It doesn't look good, I'll cut it off or something!" And of course I wanted to scream. They said "OK, we'll try one third time and if it doesn't work then we'll think of something." Luckily it worked. (Luckily? IDK.)
And so I had blue hair.
Honestly I think it looked pretty cool.
Here's the picture I put as my Facebook profile pic at the time.
Anyway that's the deal with the blue hair. It looked cool... but it was the hardest thing to comb on earth. I went from washing my hair every other day to washing my hair once every three days, because otherwise I knew I'd loose all of the hair in the back of my head in a week. Every time I brushed my hair I'd get a handfull of blue hair. Eventually I got a handfull of gray hair. Then I got mad... cause not only the color was gross, but it felt like straw. The ends were all split and disgusting and quite honestly, it embarassed me for other people to see it... I felt and I still feel like a child. Like a stupid adolescent. Never doing that again!
So.
I chopped it off.
Like a responsible grownup. No reason to show other people our messes.
::Gasp::
Check out the braid on the counter.
I'm donating the healthy part to Locks of Love, unless I can find a local place to donate it to.
What do you think? Leave it in the comments.
Peace.