Streaking!

Before we delve into the streaking...I was at CVS this weekend when I found this little gem. Finally, a beauty product I can get behind! Ummm, NO. Seriously, what the fuck?! Who has eyelids so dirty or greasy that plain old water and soap (or makeup remover) just won't do? Who needs these?? I'd like to meet that person. Then, I can laugh in their face, examine their eyelids with a microscope, slap them a few times and set them straight. And, "great for travel"? Oh yeah, because I'm constantly ducking into the flipping bathroom to clean my damn eyelids before I board my flight. It's just been sooooo inconvenient and embarrassing until now! 

So strange.

I know the subject line of this post probably elicits a bit of excitement. However, I'm afraid it's not the type of streaking you're thinking of. I'm talking about a pink streak in my hair bitchesss. Since I'm 29, I decided it'd be great timing to dye a piece of my hair pink! If you're wondering if that's a 'cool' thing to do at this age, the answer is most obviously yes.

I got ombre highlights a few weeks back. If you don't know what that means, it basically translates to "color gradation". You leave your roots your natural color and then get the highlights near the middle of your hair with them tapering down and being the lightest at the bottom. The girl who did mine did an ok/pretty good job, so I can't really complain...especially considering I'm pretty sure this isn't a commonly requested technique by most of her usual 60-70 year old client base.

Sooo, since I already had the blonde highlights in there, I just took a took a little chunk of blonde hair kind of under the top layer and used a sophisticated pink hair dye some cherry Kool-Aid. What what! That's right. The last time I used this special little trick to dye my hair was literally in 7th grade when I had a retainer, Keds and scrunchies were cool. Or maybe those trends were 5th grade? Perhaps 7th grade was more like Pumas and Umbro shorts? I can't remember...I was wasted the whole time...kiiiiiidding.

So anyway, you boil some water, add the Kool-Aid (I used two little packets) and mix it around. I then put it in a bowl to make it easier to dip my hair in. You'll know you're making progress if, when you spill any of the piping hot Kool-Aid, it instantly stains your countertops. Good! It's all part of the process. I'm not sure why I'm explaining all this...as if someone else is actually going to try this middle school project.

After a few minutes of having my head turned to the side and straining my neck, while my hair is resting strategically in a salad bowl, I was getting a little annoyed. So, my mom decided to help me by assembling what appears to be a little colonoscopy sack (sack pictured above) and securing it firmly to my scalp. In case you can't tell by the photo, it's some saran wrap and a chip bag clip.

The other thing I forgot to mention is be sure to wear one of your newer shirts that you really like. That way, it's a fun little game of seeing if you might ruin it or not. Luckily, that disgusting looking little sack pinned to my head was a lifesaver, and I didn't drip once!

The final product, aside from smelling like a delicious cherry coke and reliving your middle school glory days, is a lovely little streak of pink hair. I'm sure it will fade over time, but I actually got it to be the exact color I wanted (the photo makes it look a little more extreme than it actually is). What a fun little Sunday project for the whole family. So much better than boring church.

At the very least, if you're looking to remain single, it's a sure-fire way to success...which is obviously my goal, chaaaaaaaaaa.