Saturday, April 08, 2006

There are no words

Anyone needing inspiration to take exercise or clean up their act, visit hotghettomess.com

Specifically to see THIS PICTURE... (Not for the faint-hearted...)

I may never eat again...

Blog may follow soon.

Monday, April 03, 2006

Multicolored misadventures

So, as you may have seen, I dyed my hair dark red a few weeks ago, and loved the results (which you can see in my profile photo at the top of this page).

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!