into the blue

Major hair changes used to make me decently nervous, but I think I'm kind of fearless in the bleaching department now, especially when the risk of irreparable split ends makes turquoise dip dye possible.

(shirt, shorts, and shoes: vintage, tank and socks: American Apparel)

I've had this Hawaiian print number in my closet for a while now and have worn it as a shirt several times, but I'm kicking myself for only just now discovering its potential as a sort of flimsy, weather pervious jacket thing. Life altering revelation, for sure. The fact remains that it was probably intended for a slight, mid-life-crisis sufferer, but I choose to ignore this reality.

This weekend I bit the bullet and did something I've been wanting to do for a while-add some color to my hair. The whole process started when I wandered into a beauty supply store under the pretense of searching for a leave-in conditioner but things kind of snowballed after I discovered their rather extensive stock of vegan hair dye. Twenty minutes of confused bottle shaking and $16.50 later, I walked out with a daunting arsenal of developer, bleach, semi-permanent color, and some very black dye. I don't think I really committed to the whole thing until the bleach was actually in my hair and the ends were turning a putrid shade of yellow, though. I've been an ombre girl for so long that the idea of having any other irregularity in my hair was just a little intimidating, but after deciding that I was absolutely unwilling to live with hair the color of dirty swiss cheese, I globbed on the blue. I still freak out a little every time I catch a bit of turquoise in my peripheral vision, but definitely don't regret taking the plunge. Not yet, at least.

If you're wondering what would compel a girl to douse her hair with such a blatant hue, here are some photos that really swayed me: