So, I have purple hair.

I was talking to my mom about how I really wanted to get it, and she suggested that I go to Renee, the woman who usually dyes my hair red, and I said that she wouldn't do unusual colours, for heaven's sake, but she said that she would, so I said okay!

It took something over five hours--it was morning when I arrived and sunset when I left, and took several applications of bleach to get the red out before even starting with the purple. And it was just the most appalling colour! Sort of a combination of canary yellow and apricot. I asked if I should keep it, and Renee suggested that, not being 85, I was slightly too young for this particular shade.

But with the application of the purple, it became absolutely beautiful.

I was absolutely the main attraction at the salon--the other hairdressers kept coming around to peek, and the colourist who usually does the more eclectic colours would tug at large handfuls of my hair to make certain that it was staying put.

I have being dying my hair for eighteen years, it's strong as hell because it has to be.

Anyway, when it was done and rinsed, Renee blew it dry in this sort of Doris Day bubble, for some unknown reason--I think that she styles the hair of too many little old ladies. It was a weirdly Audrey-ish hairstyle (that's Audrey from Little Shop of Horrors), and I had to practically slap the hairspray out of her hands, but hey, it's still purple, so it's alright by me!

Today's horoscope:
Children do reality testing today. They could test your patience by pushing the limits or give up too soon, afraid to try things.

One year ago today:
"I'm standing here trying to make up some sins, when that guy clearly has done them all!"

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