How My Hair Became Green
So I know I said that my hair was back to brown again, but that’s about the time when I decided to try out blue. That’s right. Blue.
See, two Christmases (Christmas’s? Christmai?) ago, Nicolette bought me some gorgeous Color Fiend After Curfew Blue semi-permanent hair color. It’s several shades darker than royal blue and I’m not sure they actually make it anymore. Anyway, it was a very interesting experience for me.
Putting the dye in was no problem. I just did the underneath half of my hair. Though I was streaked everywhere with blue: face, neck, arms, hands, it all came off pretty easily. I panicked a bit when it got on the vinyl tile floor, but luckily I was able to get that up. Phew.
Attempting to rinse the dye out of my hair was where the real trouble began. I had been rinsing just the blue part of my hair for about 20 minutes with the rest of my hair still pinned up. I figured it would be fine to put the rest of my hair down then, not thinking that the dye still rinsing out would have any effect on my un-colored hair.
I was wrong.
The next thing I knew, green strands of seaweed were bleeding blue between my fingers. Hoping that the effects were temporary, I grabbed the shampoo and lathered up. THEN, I noticed blue all over the shower walls. I wiped at it. The walls were blue. I had streaming visions of being brutally murdered by my stepmother and frantically began to scrub at the walls with a soapy washcloth. After I had experienced about 7 heart attacks in a row and my hair had been marinating in blue-shampoo-bubble-hell for well over 5 minutes as I scoured the blue-streaked walls, I washed my hair about 4 more times, conditioned it though the water still ran slightly blue, and began to laugh hysterically because my hair was green.
My sister knocked on the door and asked me if I was okay. I told her I looked like a swamp monster. I laughed some more.
A full hour and a half in the shower later, my brilliant hair-coloring adventure proved to have resulted in the photo above. A summary of the story I have just related to you can be found in a text I sent to Nicolette that night:
“blue hair dye = worst invention EVER”
