Dye Hair, Dye!

I am mentally preparing myself for a weekend of newspaper, tin foil and Manic Panic…

I’ve never been a ‘hardcore’ hair-dyer – for the most part I stick with Henna powder, and I’ve never used bleach regardless of how vibrant I wanted my hair to look; but over the past few months (since the end of the last Hockey season, actually – which should have provided me with a large clue as to why…) the urge to add colour to my hair once more has been incredibly strong.

Having been a Goth in my younger days, I have no idea how Manic Panic never entered my orbit.  I only came across the company because they were mentioned in the film Kelly & Cal: and the first thing I did when the credits rolled was to look up these magical folk who made such wondrous hair dyes.  Bleach-free, PPD free and vegan-friendly – I should probably be married to these people…

I still wasn’t fully answering my own question, though.  Why was I so anxious to ‘do something’ with my hair?  Well, when your body constantly goes haywire, altering your appearance can make you feel as though you can still enjoy some level of control over your physical being.  And as I’ve had so many physical betrayals in the last few weeks that there seems to be little alternative to laying down the law with a teensy bit of Amplified Wildfire…

Here are two videos (one from Victoria, the other from Annie Elainey) that really explain the essential emotional impact of this type of self-care.