Dee's Great Hair Funkifying Experiment continueth! Yesterday the last part of phase one was completed. Namely, my mouse-brown roots (which ended the delusion a lot of first years had that my hair was naturally black) were dyed as bright a red as one can find in permanent colouring. (Loreal's Intense Red for anyone who cares, and why is Fudge so piss-ant in the staying power department? I wanted to be Red Corvette, but it disappears after one wash.) It looks incredibly funky, with the dark copper roots fading into black lengths. Just as cool as I wanted it to look, really.

Now, we relax for a bit before entering Phase II. (That's 2, not eleven.) This involves getting a haircut, since I'm sick of this skanky remnants-of-perm thing that has my hair all over the place. I want short, I want sleek, I want sexy. I want stunning and revolutionary and unique, too. In short (yes, short) I am going to get a Storm haircut; short, with two longer bangs at the front. Shorter than the usual Storm haircut, though. A Storm for the new millenium, if you will.

The problem is how to explain this to my hairdresser. I'm going to wait until I go home because my hairdresser in Gladstone is wonderfully brilliant. If anyone can make this haircut, it's Maria. All hail Maria.