Propping up a dodgy memory

Some of my hair is purple now, but rather difficult to photograph.

( ta daaaa )

I'd like to do something interesting to my hair, which will involve bleaching and colouring bits of it purple.

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Have returned from a trip to the hairdresser to lighten my load. Yes, the days of "just growing it" came to an end when I realised it felt heavy *all* the time. Not so different really, overall length kept, just shaped and layered. My braids will be wispy again.

Husband has been instructed to greet me with the following words: "You've done something to your hair! It looks great!" They can be trained you know.

I sit here under several layers of pins, plastic and (old) towelling, stewing in an fairly small amount of purple hair dye in just one streak. I've been trying to figure out when I could fit this task in, and this afternoon, after a poorly scheduled Bad Day I thought "Why not right now?". The decision helped by discovering I was not required for a certain corporate session tomorrow, but hindered by a pending decision to attend a funeral on Thursday morning.

So here we are, wondering if the stuff will (a) stay in my hair, and (b) come off the rest of the house. Oh and (c) look deeply ridiculous.

Previous experience would suggest that no-one will be able to tell the difference.

ETA: ( Part II )