January 2007. I’m sitting in Aveda, and talking with my stylist/colorist Natalie. Natalie rocks. Natalie understands that I have no problem trying stuff. As I always tell her, “It’s hair. It grows back.”
She asks me if we’re doing the same chocolate brown we’ve been doing. I say, “You know, I’ve been having fantasies of dying my hair pink.”
She says, “Really? All of it or just highlights. You should do highlights, see if you like it.” She scurries off to the supply closet and returns with a tube of something called Fire Rocket Red or Rockstar Red. Something like that. It’s not pink. But it’s very cool. And so we bleach a few strands, color a few strands, and I have streaks of vibrant punk-rock red in my hair for the next few weeks. She tells me, “Aveda doesn’t make these colors any more, so if you like it, there’s stuff called Special Effects. Bring it in and we’ll discount the color.” She writes down three shades.
I order them all.
Meanwhile, I enjoy having my red streaks.