Entirely too late to be considered appropriate, the reveal of my purple hair!
The truth is, I’ve been sporting it for about six weeks now, but the sheer lack of moments when I wasn’t working, wearing a ski helmet, or sporting pajama pants meant that I never got a picture of my violet locks before they faded into oblivion. So after Kyle did my dye-job last night, I was insistent that I get a picture.
Here it is!
I know, it’s hot, right?
Another truth: having hair this dark still kinda throws me. For those of you who remember what my natural hair color is, (please don’t try,) you’ll remember that it was dishwater-blonde; not quite light enough to be considered blonde, not quite dark enough to be considered brunette. And the pink was pretty fucking bright as well. So I’m used to seeing myself with light hair; it looks natural on me, even when it’s pink. But the purple, by comparison, is dark. Especially if I’m in light with a cooler color temperature, the blues really come out and the color almost verges on black. And I’m not really used to it yet. When I look in the mirror, I look twice, and it doesn’t feel quite as natural as the pink did.
But despite my slight weirdness over having dark hair, I went back to purple for one huge, gigantic, as-responsible-as-you-can-be-with-purple-hair reason:
It wears really fucking well.
Yeah, for the first two weeks or so of purple my hair is a little darker than I would like. But after that, something magical happens: it starts to fade to almost a bubblegum pink. But it doesn’t fade perfectly evenly, instead it does so in streaks and chunks that look like wicked cool highlights. So instead of just faded purple hair, I have purple and pink streaked hair, and it’s super hot.
Pink straight out of the box was hot; it felt like the hair color that I was supposed to be born with, and I freakin’ loved it. But after two or three weeks, my lovely fuchsia locks faded to lighter pink with super-faded highlights that almost had a tinge of orange in them. It was still pretty, but it didn’t have the saturated color and vibrancy that I loved and it kinda looked…worn. So I spent two weeks loving my hair and another four counting down the seconds until I could dye it again. But with purple, it’s the exactly opposite; I spend two weeks being kinda “eh” about my hair and the four weeks being all “Dude, this shit is hot!”
And so, I’m learning to embrace my grape-headedness. The purple wears sooooo much better, I’m digging the fact that I can wear red and orange again, and you have to admit, that color is glorious.
Now if I can just get Kyle to quit calling me Pinky…