Some renovations use paint and saws and ladders; my current renovation requires scissors and dye. Usually such a project requires months of planning. Mine took about two minutes. The other night Mario and Edwin, the wizards of glam, called and asked if I’d be willing to model for a hair event they’re doing in December. Knowing if I said yes I would be ceding all control over what was about to happen to my scalp I took about two seconds to say, “sure, whatever you want.”
What you see above is phase one, The Color. I spent the better part of yesterday afternoon having various chemicals applied to my head while I caught up on my reading and the NY Times crossword. What emerged from the fumes was a cool, funky red with just of hint of dark gothish undertones. Having never gone through a goth phase in my teenage years I’m kind of chuffed to have one now.
In two weeks comes phase two, The Cut. Though there is a plan in place, Mario has told me nothing except that he’s going to do something crazy. I’m viewing it as a growth opportunity to exorcise my control freak demons. Stay tuned for the big reveal.