Tuesday, June 19, 2012

that time i dyed my hands red.

this is the end of the story:

and this is the story:

first, no i didn't murder anyone.

it all began when my friend amy wanted a red streak in her hair.
and i said, "i can do that!"
and i can.
and i did a good job, hammit.

...except for the part where i said,
"there's still bleach on these gloves, i can't use them to do the red dye."

and thus i said,
"i'll just use my hands! i'll only touch the dye for like 30 seconds."

and i did.
and well...

please refer back to the picture above.

i've tried:
shampoo, dish soap, exfoliating body wash, toothpaste, baking soda, apple cider vinegar, nail polish remover, voo doo magic...

no dice, kids!

and thus i look like i've murdered someone.
and it may appear this way for a couple weeks.

the best part is that a litttttle bit of red dye comes off my hands every time they come in contact with a cleaning agent.

and thus this morning i realized,
"i can't shampoo my blonde hair or it will turn pink!"

and thus i found myself kneeling over the bathtub,
while my blessed roommate washed my hair for me.

and i giggled the entire time.

also, please don't ask about the 80s garb and side ponytail.
that's another story.

OJ Simpson hands,


Katie said...

Bahaha oh Katie! I like how you specified "exfoliating" body wash. Well at least it makes for a good story. Especially when you make up how it happened.

Annie Citrine said...

I love every bit of this!

karajean said...

ha. love it. also, will you dye my hair for me? i'll wash your hair in return. thanks.

LaurenHoya said...

It might be annoying to have red hands for awhile, but I really love this story!! What color is next?