"Punk rock girl, You look so wild. Punk rock girl, Let's have a child.
We'll name her Minnie Pearl.
Just you and me, Eat fudge banana swirl
Just you and me, We'll travel round the world
Just you and me, Punk rock girl."
Those of you who know me well know I eschew high fashion (and medium fashion). I don't put a lot of stock in all of the beautification treatments out there for women to torture themselves with. I loathe fashion, gossip and "women's" advice magazines because I think overall they do more harm than good for self-esteem of young women all around the world. I've rarely ever worn makeup. I feel I look rather whorey when I'm wearing it. A little mascara is my best friend. And a little cover up for the circles under the eyes.
I am what you'd call an all-natural kind of gal.
Those of you who know me well know the hair is getting grey. Really grey. Just in the last year I've noticed an unbelievable change in the hair. It used to be blonde-ish brown. Then it got kind of blah brown. Then blah brown and a little grey. Then a weird, unidentifiable color with skunky streaks.
So tonight I figured it was high time that I break out the color box that I'd bought over a year ago, and brighten up the strands of grey and weird brownish whatever that I'm cruising right now. It's been quite some time since I've done a coloration. And usually I only do it when I'm bored, not when I'm trying to convince anyone I'm younger and hipper than I am, because I am cool enough just being me.
Now, I'm not sure if my hair is orange or pink.
It looks pink in some lights. Orange in others. Just where the hair is grey -- where it isn't grey it is a dark "cinnaberry" reddish brown. Just what I wanted. But all that grey. All the damn grey.... didn't pick up the color as nicely as the dark browns.
It's not that big a deal to me, mostly because it is a wash-out product that will fade over time. I may have to really consider either totally blondening the hair so it blends with the grey, or going much darker with a brown that isn't red. Either way, I think my days of cutting my hair in the bathroom myself and coloring my own hair are over.
I may have to seek professional help. This frightens me, because .... it costs money and I am one cheap woman. And I've always eschewed this lifestyle of "prettying up" at huge expense.
Anyway. Pink or orange, I am now officially a punk rock girl. Get me my shite-kickin' boots. I'm going to throw down to some Dropkick Murphys and Flogging Molly and stomp some heads in. Oi!
Here's the picture. Laugh at me if you will. I can take it. I've been laughed at before.