Also, it perfectly compliments my somewhat violet complexion! Who knows? Maybe I’ll start a trend. On the upside, my hair is awesome! It’s so purple it’s almost black unless the light’s just right, and the color is magnificent when the sun’s out. I managed to scrub most of the stain out of my face and neck, but everything else has a slightly purple glow to it. I spent about three hours scrubbing out the Wood’s bathtub, and there’s STILL a slight purple stain in the bottom. “Holy moly,” was all Jillian said, before running for baking soda and soap to attack my skin with. Gosh.” Jon took one look at me and ran for the last of the boys. I wrapped up in a towel and came outside. “What happened?!” Dad was knocking on the door at this point, the rest of the family and friends joining him. On the other, it was absolutely hilarious. On the one hand, I was purple, we were going out later, and this was mortifying. I started to giggle uncontrollably as tears of embarrassment and disappointment started to make streaks down my face. “Violet! You’re turning violet!” That was it. I scrubbed at my nose furiously, smudging more color into it than I was actually removing. My stomach and legs and arms and every appendage at my disposal were all PURPLE. My back had a deep purple streak down the spine. Shouting for help, I squeezed the last of the color out of my hair, and climbed out of the now violently purple tub. If anything, I rubbed more purple into the side of the shower. It’ll wash out, right? I rubbed at the wall a bit. My entire body was streaked with deep purple lines, and my feet were as dark as my hands. Dark purple trickled down the walls and pooled in the tub. When I opened them, it looked like the set of an alien horror film. I hopped into the shower, carefully disposed of the plastic bag (which by this time looked as if I’d murdered a purple minion in it), leaned back into the stream of water, and briefly closed my eyes. A quick rinse and dry and it’s done! How hard can it be to do yourself? Famous last words. The clock ticked away, and finally! It was time to take off my oh so glamorous head covering and wash out the dye! The moms were nowhere to be found. Lesson in blogging: take quality photos of everything that has even a minuscule chance of making it on the blog) In progress. I didn’t expect to be writing about this. (I apologize for the absolutely terrible quality of these photos. With a plastic bag twisted around my head like a disturbed purply brown jellyfish, I suppose I did. The littlest Wood kids watched and waited with me. Waiting the half hour for the dye to work its magic was agony. I was already looking forward to washing it out. “It smells kinda like almonds!” one of the boys piped up. My lovely assistants (Mom, and friends Jillian and Lois Wood) brushed liberal amounts of dark purple color into my hair. My last excuse, out the window and I was starting to get excited. After doing a ridiculous amount of research, I’d learned that this particular color works on brown hair without bleach. Two bottles of Special Effects Deep Purple were waiting for me upon my arrival in NH. But on returning to the States, I realized that I was out of excuses, I’d been putting it off for an age and a half, and it was time. Then we were in Guatemala and I didn’t want to trust my locks to the hair stylists there, where everyone has the same kind of hair and hardly anyone dyes it a crazy color. First my excuse was that I didn’t want to bleach my dark brown hair and turn it to a straw-like mess. I’ve been wanting to “go purple” for a while now. I never expected that dying my hair would turn into an all day event.
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