Look, I did something!

In a fit of spontaneity, I went out and got my hair dyed copper-red, and got a bunch of it cut off, too. I can't seem to get a photograph of myself with a facial expression I like right now (which is kind of sad, seeing as I've been working on self-portraits for over a month), but here, you can see the color. projectmothra asked me if I'd used "hair polish", on analogy with nail polish, I think. In related oddness, I think I may actually be developing an actual ongoing relationship with a stylist or something. She took lots of notes on what she did, bought me coffee while I was waiting on the color to take, and showed me pictures of the chickens in her yard. More importantly, I decided to trust her, and ended up with sometihng very different than what I intended when I went in, but I like it a lot.