Saturday, July 28, 2012

Okay. Okay.

Since I don't want to keep the suspension overnight for my pal Jan, here it is:

Redhead!!!
I know. I know. What a letdown, right? Across the green earth, people dye their hair everyday. My little sister, originally a blackhead just like me, has been chestnut blonde since I don't remember when. This last trip to China saw me among the minority of black-headed fellow native women. Another Asian-American girl assured me (during one of my consultation sessions) that I just couldn't "mess up" black hair. In order for that to happen, you have to bleach it first. I called another friend, an Asian red-head, for a second (or third, fourth...) opinion, who said pretty much the same thing: go ahead, you will be fine...Yet, none of these, seemed to have helped easing the nail-bitings and nerve losses. I was mortified to imagine myself looking like the girl on the commercial color box minus the Caucasian complexion and blue eyes. Two days after blowing the first bottle (how I won't tell, for your benefit, so that if you happen to be eating or drinking, you're spared of the danger of choking, which happened to my Texas friend when I phoned), I got up the nerves and resumed the plan, came out of it unscathed.

Actually, I'm a happy camper, as you can see in the photo.




4 comments:

  1. Oh.my.giddy.aunt! I can't believe it! Wow! You have some kind of guts, girlfriend - I come from red-haired people but have never had the nerve to try it myself! Anyway - you look great and that's a cute cut, too!!

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    1. Thanks there. It's only red in sunlight. Hardly noticeable indoors. I guess that's what the girls meant when they told me it was not possible to mess up black hair. I'm safe.

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