Getting my hair re-blonded yesterday was an interesting follow-up to getting my shots (I love how that makes me sound like a dog who constantly lives on the edge of rabies).

The chemicals-for-salons people discontinued my particular color of bleach so our girl applied a different kind of paste to my scalp and foils. The kind you can really FEEL burning into your freshly-picked head-scabs. Maybe I’ll get cancer from it, but it feels sooooooooooooo good!

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My long blonde hair swirling out behind me.

We didn’t have time today to ask Lightning Allie if she knows of a standard operating procedure recognized by hair fetishists for measuring length of hair, so this may be inaccurate:

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Using nylon cord to measure the length of my hair.

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Bent over with my long shiny hair flowing on the floor.

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Measuring the string.

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Let's see about how long my hair is . . .

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Looks like my hair is more than 17 inches long.

I think seventeen inches plus is pretty impress for just getting a trim yesterday AND for having chemically-processed hair. Is it?

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It’s cloudy today, with a 70% chance of rain.

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