When I got up Sunday morning, my plan included studying for Monday's Pathology exam, possibly paying bills, reading, and giving one homework massage.
Instead, I took Bookworm to the store to get supplies to repair a hair disaster, and spent the next couple of hours carefully re-bleaching her hair, in preparation for re-coloring her hair.
Bookworm is very grateful that my camera when on strike today. Otherwise, you'd see photos of the hair disaster (in which her hair color ranged from the dark mahogany/burgundy brown she'd last died it, through various shades of fox, dark strawberry blond, butterscotch, platinum blonde, wheat, apricot, ....
While it could have been VERY COOL, the color ranges weren't in interesting natural looking streaks.... they were more.... spotted. Like someone took the fur colors of a red fox or red panda, and used the patterns of, say an ocelot. In short... NOT good.
There would also be pictures of the process, with her hair mostly pinned up, and some foil wrapped, to show you just how small the sections were that I worked with, so that I'd bleach the brown parts, and lighten the darker foxy colors, without over bleaching the honey and platinum.....
Of course, there are also no pictures of the almost finished results -- the bleaching is done, and her hair looks pretty good -- sort of strawberry blond. But we're going to even it out a little better with a round of blonde dye after it's had a chance to breathe from two days in a row of bleaching.
For the record -- I'm actually opposed to my high school aged daughter dyeing her hair. I'm even more opposed to her doing it in ways that require bleaching. But -- the whole thing started months and months ago when she slipped out to Walgreens and spent her own money on hair dye. She surprised me with the new color - fait accompli. And luckily, it actually looked quite good. I decided that this was a battle I was not going to win.
However, after this weekend's mishap, she and I had a chat about intense color changed (especially ones invovling bleach. Next time, she's going to buy the product from the beauty supply shop, not Walgreen's, and she's going to have ME help her for things more complex than simple coloring. Kitty meant well, but she's never had it done, much less watched it being done, and thus didn't quite know how to tackle the job.
By the time stage one of hair repair was done, it was time for me to give a massage. (Day spa time... get your hair colored (or trimmed), and a massage. I can even paint your tonails, though I'm no pro at the whole pedicure thing. (snicker).
I closed the day giving a massage to Golf Pro, who was long overdue.
I finally got to the pathology book at about 11:30 p.m. Color me grateful that the exam wasn't until 2:00 p.m.
I'm hoping that the camera and I get back on good terms so I can show you the new BookWorm. It looks great, even if I do keep having to do double takes. (It's a pretty drastic change).