Dying my hair

There comes a time every few months that despite my best efforts to grow out my natural hair, I simply must dye it. Often red. Occasionally, but only in the summer, some shade of blonde. When I was younger (read: high school, college) I enjoyed blue, pink, purple and rainbow shades at a constantly changing pace. It was radical.

My hair dye choices are often based on price. But I am a big fan of the SPLAT line. So many colors and the bleach is included in the kit, which is often on sale at CVS or wherever.

Sometimes I'm not particularly good at it, if I'm trying to do more than just one color all over. Notice the above. Luckily, I am punk rock enough to pull off any look. (See also: confident, hot.)

The above look was nixed by the manager at my swanky restaurant job because he was worried it would offend the rich old people of Royal Oak. Oh well. It was sweet for 2 days.

I can't really get away with any of the crazy colors with any of my recent jobs, so I am often wistfully thinking back on my bright blue pixie cut. But for now, it will be various shades of auburn. Forever.