I've been coloring my hair (mostly unnatural shades of red) since my 20s. I actually enjoy the comments and conversations - heck, if I'm going to spend this much money to turn my head a hue that never sprang from human roots, I want people to notice.
Mostly.
About a decade ago, when I was still doing some newspaper work, I used a "temporary" fuchsia hue on top of a red that had faded to copper-orange, on top of a grown-out perm. The result, after a couple of washes, was a distinctly striped effect: Fuchsia, blood red and copper, like the school colors of an insane asylum.
I was covering a murder trial, in front of a judge I knew pretty well. He walked into the courtroom that Monday morning, spotted me in the press row - and couldn't take his eyes off my head. I thought I was going to get ejected for disrupting the proceedings.
Later, as I was leaving the courtroom, an elderly woman who'd been sitting near the back approached me. In the sweetest, most sincere tones of sympathy, she asked, "Oh, my dear - what were you trying to do?"
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Date: 2004-10-06 06:06 pm (UTC)Mostly.
About a decade ago, when I was still doing some newspaper work, I used a "temporary" fuchsia hue on top of a red that had faded to copper-orange, on top of a grown-out perm. The result, after a couple of washes, was a distinctly striped effect: Fuchsia, blood red and copper, like the school colors of an insane asylum.
I was covering a murder trial, in front of a judge I knew pretty well. He walked into the courtroom that Monday morning, spotted me in the press row - and couldn't take his eyes off my head. I thought I was going to get ejected for disrupting the proceedings.
Later, as I was leaving the courtroom, an elderly woman who'd been sitting near the back approached me. In the sweetest, most sincere tones of sympathy, she asked, "Oh, my dear - what were you trying to do?"