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I'm blue..no, wait, green...no, blue....

My hair was definitely green today. You could see traces of turquoise, but those traces were a definite minority.

I called the salon. Anthony, the guy who it on me last night, answered the phone. "My hair is green." "Did you wash your hair?" "Yeah. Was I not supposed to?" Stupid Straight Guy strikes again. I guess they're not used to seeing us in hair salons. You don't have to tell these things to women or gay guys, but we stupid straight guys...most of us think you can get a good haircut at SuperCuts.

I walked into the salon, flirted with the sexy new receptionist, changed into a frock, and awaited my touch up. Camille emerged and instructed me to change back into my street clothes, as we were going for a little drive. I drove her down to Newbury Street, where she bought some hair coloring that was a closer blue to what we had envisioned. Then back to the salon. Camille had to attend to other customers, so Anthony slathered the stuff on my hair and rinsed it off half an hour later.

The hair now looks slightly better than last night's turquoise and much better than today's green. This is the shade of blue I had envisioned -- a deep, dark blue. I think it looks cool. Maybe tomorrow I'll talk someone into taking a picture of me so I can share with y'all.

And this time I made sure I knew what the dealie is before I left. It's okay to rinse with hot water, but I shouldn't shampoo for at least two days. And when I do shampoo, I shouldn't scrub hard. And I have more of the blue dye, because the color will fade over time, and I can re-apply when it does. I feel much more comfortable with this do now.


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Aug. 9th, 2003 05:39 am (UTC)
Dude, this is why I never have done blue except for the tiniest amounts: it barely lasts two washings without fading. Even when it is heat-foiled, which I am also surprised wasn't done.

I can't believe they didn't give you care instructions, though. That's pretty damn negligent with a fragile color like this. You are beating yourself up to much for not knowing that, nobody who does a 'fun' color like that knows that.

Rinse as little as you can stand. Wear a hat in the rain. And ask me for my colorist if you want to do this again.
Aug. 9th, 2003 06:25 pm (UTC)
Blue hair? Like a granny? You need to have your head examined.
Aug. 10th, 2003 12:01 am (UTC)
Nothing like a granny. It's a deep blue, not a powder blue.
Aug. 10th, 2003 12:40 am (UTC)
Should I tell your mother? Or should I wait for photos first?
Aug. 10th, 2003 05:12 am (UTC)
You mean neither Cathy nor you has told her yet? I don't care. Tell her if you want. Photos may be a while.
Aug. 10th, 2003 09:56 pm (UTC)
Cathy has been out of touch in Los Angeles and was unaware of your hair color. When I told Delia, she had almost no reaction except to ask if this meant that you were gay. I don't think she is fully connected to reality any more. She is also treating my new job as if it doesn't exist.
Aug. 11th, 2003 05:56 am (UTC)
Ah, let her think that I am. I'd be curious to see what her reaction would be.
Aug. 11th, 2003 07:30 am (UTC)
I would rather she react as if living in the same world I'm living in, not some strange imaginary world of her own invention.
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