In my dream last night I had blue hair. Soft, bouncy, blue hair. It looked awesome.

Last time I had a dream like this I was in high school and not a week later a friend and I were at the store buying bleach and stocking up on Manic Panic.

Back in the day my hair was short, pixie cut, which makes it very easy to change hair color over and over without going bald. My mom protested from outside the bathroom as we began bleaching my hair to an Easter-ish yellow. Then, as we smeared the dark purple/blue dye all over my head, I knew I had made the right decision. An hour later, properly washed and styled, my hair was short, spiky, dark purple and totally fucking awesome.

Now, the thing about a Crayola inspired hair color is, it washes out very quick. Two weeks later my hair had gone from dark purple, to bright blue, to light blue, to silvery blue. And so we slathered my hair in dye again and I was back to dark purple.

Three re-redyes and a couple months later, graduation was fast approaching and my mom demanded that I “look normal” for the photos. (I’d like to point out right now that my sister had bleach blond hair with purple streaks at her graduation. So unfair!) Instead of bleaching the shit out of my hair again I decided to let it fade and grow out.

Let me tell you, purple/blue/silver hair with brown roots doesn’t look so good. It took two attempts to color my hair red before I looked decent again.

If I didn’t work a “normal” job and think my boss’ boss would be a little freaked by me showing up to work with blue hair I’d be in the bathroom right now turning my self back into Sonic the Hedgehog.

p.s. I’ll dig out and upload some pictures later tonight – ok locating a photo has proven to be more difficult than I had imagined…way to be organized. I’ll find one soon!