I have nothing useful to say about what is going on in the world because what do I know? I’m a white woman who sits from a vantage point of pretty good privilege.
So, I’ll talk about what I do know. Please do not mistake blogging about personal issues to not care about what is going on in the world. I care a great deal. I’m just spending most of my time listening and reading right now.
I texted Finch to ask for an appointment because I decided it was time for a trim and I wanted to do something because evidently I can’t live with roots. Then I remembered I had bleach from the manic panic and I thought, “Oh well, I can bleach it more and then maybe the silver shampoo will take more.”
I don’t hate the bleached look exactly, but it doesn’t have a lot of definition and it isn’t a shade that looks natural. And it has dried out my scalp and my hair.
Like seriously, I woke up at 3 am the morning after I did it and tried hard not to scratch my hair out, it was itching so bad.
I’ve let everything chill for a couple of days and my hair still doesn’t really need a wash, but everything feels so dry that as I write this, I am sitting with a towel on my head because I have doused my hair and scalp with a conditioning mask.
I do have that appointment with Finch, by the way. It will just be a couple of weeks. In the mean time, I have promised her no more bleach.