Going out in Style!

I decided that if my hair was going to fall out, anyway, I should at least do something so it could go out in style. Like turning it purple.

My local salon said they could do it, but only if I did a 'consultation' a few days before. I knew that if I dropped the "C" word, they would probably let me skip the pre-meeting, but I didn't particularly want a pity party at a hair salon. And, besides, I was throwing up during the appointed time for the consultation so it felt a bit like fate.


Zack and I seized the bull by the horns and bought purple dye (as purple as you get in a suburban Target...the checker was appalled). Zack was going to do the purple deed, but his hands were too large for the gloves included in the box. So he coached, and I colored. Hilarious. Even more hilarious was Zack using the garden hose in the back yard to rinse the dye out afterwards.


So, enjoy the pictures. (We were laughing too hard - and I was too coated - during the procedure to take photos of the 'during' phase). We are quite fond of the one we call "Breck Girl".