29th April 2009 - Got the blues real bad...

So I'm averaging about 9.5 days between blog posts. In all honesty, that's better than I expected.

I had my hair dyed blue last friday. Not 'little-old-lady-hiding-the-grey' blue rinse, but *blue*. As in electric neon blue. It took three hours. It involved bleach. It involved mess. It involved a LOT of shampoo. It gave me time to finish reading 'Tamar' by Mal Peet ahead of my session at Reading Matters with him in a couple of weeks - see review at my Goodreads profile page, if you're interested...

And now, I have electric blue hair.

Why?

Why not, I say. I've come to think that, at least once or twice in your life, it's probably a good idea to do something that sets you physically apart from normality. It's good for the soul, I suspect.

Favourite comments to date:

"Are you auditioning for the next series of 'The Simpsons?" (work colleague)

"Well, you have to admire his confidence, if nothing else" (Old lady #1 to old lady #2, while standing behind me in the checkout queue at Woolworths.)

"Mum, why is that man's hair blue?" (Little girl standing with mother in front of me in same checkout queue)

"Uhm. Did you know your hair is blue?" (Student in my 4.30 tutorial class)

All in all, I've actually been surprised at how well people have accepted it. I'd kinda expected to be the object of more than a little ridicule and teasing, but for the most part, there's been none of that. People, I suspect, are more tolerant than we give them credit for.

Of course, I still haven't worked up the nerve to tell my mother...