day forty-two: who said that I can't do punk?

marci once teased me about going goth several months ago (you don't think I could pull off the velvet/pale face/black hair look mavis?), but here it is...I've gone punk. okay not really, as I already know of one person who will push that label to the utmost, but, in the grounding of my kingsley roots, I'm such a bad ass now. what has brought about this change, you ask? well, I have two words for you: blue hair.

now, I may be taking this a bit over the edge, but I've always wanted to have blue streaks in my hair. perhaps it was the many hours of dance rehearsals and overwhelming costumes and makeup. perhaps it was because I was a drama queen in my kingsley life. perhaps I never rebelled and this is a bit of that seeping out. whatever it is, blue hair has been the thing for me. and now, it is my thing.

as a congratulatory gift for the marathon, em & kate bought the dye for me. after a nice dinner at wagamama, we went to em's flat and, with careful application by e and strand selection by kate, several of my curls are now blue. *awesome.*

okay, so we watched bridget jones while the dye set and drank apple fanta. so maybe I'm not so 'punk.' but come on people, baby steps, at the very least. will try and get a photo posted so you can all enjoy the semipermanent results. who knows...maybe I'll go blue from now until the old lady stage.

loves to all.

and happy halloween! (please people, do it up right, as I'm in the land where the giant pumpkin never rises.)