OCTOBER 31 - DYED!

I was a little nervous turning up at KICK HAIR for my dyeing. I'd got rather fed-up of being bearded, and was really scared of changing colour. But, still, I arrived at KICK HAIR. As Dominic mixed-up the bleach, I sat into my chair, and a CD started to play - the Doors. Riders On The Storm. It didn't do much to calm my nerves... In this photo, you can see that the first application of bleach has started to lighten my hair (underneath the placcy bag, to keep the heat in,and therefore maximum bleach activity).After bleaching the hair, the beard was to come next. Dominic had told me not to wash my hair before coming to be dyed, but I'd forgotten - apparently washing opens up the pores, and makes bleaching more painful. Anyway, at this point, the bleachiness was just rather tingly. But when it came to bleaching the beard, it was not so nice. Ammoniac stenches shot up my nose, which was horrible, I didn't want to breath through my mouth, and my eyes started streaming if I kept them open. Not nice.It was about this point, with plastic bags around my head and face, pores fully open because idiot had washed his hair that morning, that it started to feel as if someone had grated my head & chin with a cheese-grater, and was rubbing chilli-oil into it. Not pleasant. You can see my hair is bleached blonde by now, and the tache is following... I couldn't keep my eyes open because of the fumes.And here I am, bleached, looking like a Rider of Rohan. I rather liked this look - I was kinda like Ewan McGregor, halfway through "Long Way Round".

And this is the first application of dye. It was so dark, I was quite upset as I thought this would be how the final colour would be - difficult to describe, as I couldn't understand how much colour would wash out. And I looked like a deadly polar-bear who'd just eaten a seal. Eek.



But after bleaching, it was OK. Mission successful, so far.
What do I mean, "mission successful"? I look like a freakyboy! Just have to hope the donations keep coming...