Wednesday was the first day that I washed my hair. For those that are counting, yes, four full
days. That’s pretty typical for me,
because after I bleach my hair I want to give my scalp time to recuperate
before I add insult to injury. This time
there was the extra added fear of the fade.
I had been warned that everything from my pillow to my shower might be
covered in some shade of pink. So far, all I’ve seen is a little pink in the
lather of my shampoo. I am still very
worried about what time will bring for this color. Pink is one thing, peach is a whole other
story.
Overall, people’s responses have been very positive. As a matter of fact, I’ve heard a whole lot
of “I love your hair!” I tend to get
that a lot, I’ve found since having my hair short that most women covet but
always claim “I could never wear it”.
But, the pink has added a new dimension.
Getting stopped at dinner, at Chuck E Cheese, even the TSA agent said
“nice breast cancer hair”. I have to
admit, that one was pretty unsettling.
Nice breast cancer hair.
This is the current shade. It's a pretty pastel so I'm thankful that the fade has been to the pink side and not to the peach side. You can't see it here, but I still have parts that are really pink. It's twenty days in though, and I'm starting to get used to the look. Make no mistake though, it will be coming out very soon. It's been a great experience for me, but I'm ready to just be blonde again.
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