Alas the colour was only temporary, but it damaged my hair so as it washed out it looked weak and cheap and, vain fool that I am, I decided to do something else. So on Friday I tried to bleach it blonde and get rid of all the colour, with the thought that if it went wrong I could just get it all chopped off.
Saturday morning, with my newly bleached pink/orange/yellow hair I went to cherry-blossom viewing with some friends in Yoyogi Park. My hair was insanely orange. So, Saturday night, (after a LOVELY day, see next post) I tried to use the tail end of the first red, which I thought would get rid of the orange-ness and perhaps get me back to where I started. Not so much. It went pinkish red.
Argh!
On Sunday I went to Ninagawa rehearsal wearing a hat for the first time in months. We finished early, so in the afternoon I headed to Sengawa to my lovely salon in the hope of getting it all cut off. Alas, my lovely salon was jammed to the lovely rafters, so I would have to wait until Monday morning. Meanwhile the pharmacist beside the lovely salon was having a sale, so I bought some very cheap dark-brown dye to get rid of the ridiculous redness that was exposing me to much comment on various train platforms, and it actually sent my hair back to darkened normality. I thought. Then it dried, yet another electric shade of red. Argh again!
This morning I went to the salon for my lovely appointment with lovely Hiroyuki, who looked terrified when I told him to shave it all off. "Eeeeeeeh? Maru-bozu??" (aka bald as a monk? are you SURE?) He said my hair was too good to chop off. I pointed out that the colour was silly. He agreed and got out the razor. Mercifully his delicate hands never slipped, and he did a fabulously smooth job.
And I love it!!!
Here is my gallery of out-takes and mistakes. Perhaps I should just wear hats more often. Or wigs. If I continue like this I'll be bald and have no hair - or scalp - anyway!
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