My Pretty Pony

. . . or if Sea Monkeys had hair.

So today was the big day. Last day of school. Goin' to dye the hair blue. Yah.

Went out to a nice lunch. Browsed the paint chips at HD . . . always fun when you bring paint chips to your hair stylist.

And I arrived early, which J. pronounced as a good thing. And there was bleaching. And more bleaching. And cutting. And more cutting.

And then the blue was put on . . . and it was a beautiful sapphire hue. Brighter than I would like, but I could correct it easily at home. And there was heating and cooling. And washing.

End result? It really looks like the blue cotton candy that you get at a fair. So not the look I was going for . . . this is My Pretty Pony hair. Light turquoise. And J. was hyper-ventilating. And there was nothing she could do, something about waiting a week, so that my hair doesn't fall out. And I just figured I'd make a stop at Noir. But had to go to my parents first.

My hair is currently my paternal grandmother's favorite color. Let's see if they have a text color similar. And of course I have pictures, but I'm not showing them to you. Hopefully, all will be fixed tomorrow, with some gloves and saran wrap. And while at dinner (yes, my parents went out to dinner, in public, with my pretty pony hair), my father ran into a co-worker who had two little girls. They were fascinated . . . because I look like my pretty pony head . . . or it looks like sea monkey hair. I haven't determined which is the better description. My father muttered about having to explain at work.

To all of the people at work . . . this is not my father's fault. Really it's not. And in the scheme of things . . . I support myself, have a master's degree and a pretty good job. It's only hair.

And all I can do is laugh. I did go to a salon and ask for blue hair. And it's just hair. And maybe next week I'll dye it black. Because with my pretty pony hair, people have a tendency to stare. More than with the red. And I don't blame them . . . at all . . . but I am finding it slightly unnerving. Especially, at the Palace of Pork Products with my parents.

I'm sure it will be more Cookie Monster colored tomorrow.