First of all, while I was thinking of “Kiss the Rain” when I was dying my hair, but looking back, I could also go with “Purple Rain”.
So, you have my rainy day old hair on the left, and the other two pictures were day after deals. I have not disclosed the state of the bathroom…. Apparently, this process involves more forethought and planning I originally put into it. After all, I haven’t colored my hair since…2008?
Also, I had help then. Just a bunch of girlfriends dying their hair together on a Friday night. It was always red for me. I never wanted anything in life as much as I wanted red hair from middle school to some time recently. Then, mid-legal-separation, as I was trying to figure out what to do with my life…. I started seeing fun colors. I put it off for interview purposes and trying to look like a professional, single-mom.
Last week, I woke up, and I didn’t give a flippety flip flop what I “should” be doing. I wanted bright hair. I’ve always loved the color purple, though it wasn’t my first hair color choice, so I died my hair purple.
I love it. I knew from the moment that there were lavender stains on the ceramic tub, the rest of my life is going to purple or bust. What makes me happy, what I can live with, what I can love. And as for purple stains that may or may not cover the bathroom…. I’ve stopped listening. Although, I might consider reading the directions occasionally.
Not sayin’. Just sayin’.