pink hair thoughts

Back in April, I had my hair dyed cotton candy pink.

Before the Jr. High left for workcamp a few weeks ago, I went back and had it redyed.

Why?

For fun. Because the pink was gone and I was left with super light, almost white highlights.

Now here's what I find interesting; the first time when I had the cotton candy pink hair, I had a lot of people who stared at me. Just plain, out-right stared. Only while standing in line at Meijer did I have a few people ask me about it.

Now that it's bright pink, really more raspberry (and I'm less happy with it than the original color), I've had more people compliment it or have a positive comment about it. Many more people have commented and less people have stared.

Oh, and somewhere on those Wal*Mart shopper photos is probably a photo of me with this hair. Only I'm with Chandra, who was 7 1/2 months pregnant, and our girls from youth group. They include: three white girls, a black girl and an Asian girl. We made up quite the group tromping through the Wal*Mart of Bay City to buy a cot for Chandra. Talk about stares. We were amused. So if you ever spot that photo, you'll know.

Look what I did!!!

I challenged the Quota ladies back in the fall. If they could bring a specific number of guests to our five remaining regular meetings, or a larger number to our January event; they could choose what color I would dye my hair. By the February meeting, it was clear that they weren't going to make it (and it wasn't unreasonable, if every one who attended meetings regularly brought one person they would have reached it) so I modified the numbers. We had one person who was close to joining, so I told the club that if they could get two people to join by March, I would dye my hair. (Can you see how willing I was to do this?) In March we installed one new member and Thursday night we will install one more (she couldn't attend the March meeting) and we have another new member who can't make it Thursday, so we'll install her in May.

Now while all of this has been creeping up on me, I had a couple of decisions to make. First, I couldn't dye my hair before Cyndi got married. Because for her first wedding I had chopped all of my hair off in a pixie cut (it was the 90's).

Second, I would have to chop my hair off because I wasn't going to try to grow out the colored hair.

And lastly, what color would they pick?

Well the time came for the club to suggest colors. When "rainbow" started getting tossed around I quickly interjected and told them the color limit was two. Apparently they thought that meant they must pick two. The end vote was pink (heavily suggested by me) with purple stripes...

(it's just pink and I love it!!!)