So, long time, no see (read? hear? talk?). I'm super sorry that I haven't been keeping you updated on the trials and tribulations of my oh so boring life, but, I've been super busy - assignments due, dogs to be occupied, jobs to be found, sleep to be had....
BUT. I NOW HAVE A CAUTIONARY TALE FOR YOU.
Okay. Most of you have figured out or know that I dye my hair. That's not to say I don't like my natural hair colour, I love it, but, I find that dying my hair is another form of self expression and art. So, I colour my hair the most outrageous colours that it'll take - for those of you who don't dye your hair, your hair will only take certain colours well - others will damage it or you'll need a stronger peroxide which could damage your hair.
And if you have dark hair, you have to lighten it to get brighter colours into it. Well. That's where my cautionary tale starts...
Imagine a girl. Black hair (mostly) with fade blues and greens on badly (thanks for that you stupid salon) bleached hair, she's mixed asian/oriental, about 5'3" and either looks super confused or super anxious. Now, imagine this girl buying a home bleach kit because she wanted to get rid of that faded blue/green and put in another colour, her mother painstakingly separating out her hair and putting the bleach in for her. They follow all the instructions. And the girl's hair starts to get burning hot with the reaction, but, neither the mother nor the girl had ever home bleached their hair and just thought that's what was supposed to happen. So, when the minimum time had gone by, the girl raced up the stairs to wash off all the bleach in the shower, and to her surprise she had extremely pale hair....
She washed her hair and tugged her hands through it, only to discover that it had bleached so much that it was breaking and falling apart in her hands!! So, the girl carefully finished washing it, and put a whole tube of rejuvenating conditioner into it with the help of her mother. She then sat writing a blog with her poor hair wrapped in cling film and conditioner, trying not to cry about the hair she loved so much.
So, llamas. If you're going to bleach your hair, either get someone who knows what they're doing to do it for you at home, or, get a QUALIFIED PROFESSIONAL to do it. Please. I beg of you. My poor hair begs you. My heart begs you.
If you love your hair as much as I love mine, you might know the feeling of your heart breaking slightly. Especially, if I can't strengthen my hair. I'll have to chop it all off and its nearly down to my butt.
I'd love to hear any of your hair disasters because, ya know, misery loves company and all that shit.
Anyway, that's all from me.
Shenaya xx
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