Erik has been dying his hair weird colors starting in the second grade. I used to take him to Penny's where I would have to sign a waiver stating that I wouldn't hold them responsible for any repercussions. It just got too expensive so I figured out the whole process myself. The first time I bleached Erik's hair I was pretty nervous. But we are so over that now! Erik alternates between various shades of red and black. Inga has had purple hair with black tips, rose, blue, fuchsia, burgundy, pink, and now red. Oh, I guess Erik was black and blue for awhile too. They weren't too fond of it at Erik's private school last year but now that they are both at the High School it is a non issue. Inga had purple hair while she worked at the glass museum this past summer and it created some interesting questions from tourists especially when she talked about the chemicals used to make different colors of glass. She also had to wear a button proclaiming her a "Wizard" of glass which added to the jokes at times. The newspaper came and interviewed her and a couple of the other kids. She ended up with three pictures and huge long article in the paper. Pretty cool. And believe me everyone in our small town seemed to notice the article. There were messages about it on the machine when we came back from the lake. She's out in the community proving that all kids with wild clothes and colored hair aren't potheads! Oh yes, and once or twice the dogs came a little too close while I was dyeing someone!
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
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Way to go. I like the red hair (and the purple dog). It took me a looooooooooong time to learn that appearances could be decieving. It's what's on the inside that counts. However I agree with what Erik said on a previous blog about making "permanent" decisions that you will probably regret a few years down the road.
Still looking forward to your blog Cindy. Never a dull moment.
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