hello again. happy monday!
step i: bleach
there were these two friends who thought they knew everything there was to know about hair.
it’ll be easy
the one with dark-hair said.
now, these friends were pretty different, but pretty similar, too. one had dark brown hair and the other had this thick mix of browns, and what she liked to think of as gold, but was really just light brown.
one day, they decided they were tired of their old hair colors. and they did something about it.
they got the supplies they thought they needed, and quickly found out that they were wrong.
they needed so much more.
fat bottles of powders and thick creams, and small bottles of nose-hair-singeing liquids, and mixing sticks and bowls, to mix with the mixing sticks the powders and creams and nose-hair-singeing liquids, to slap and spread out onto their unsuspecting heads.
what was so unsuspecting was how cold it would be.
and how itchy it would get.
and the burning. oh, the burning.
but the worst of all was how long it all took.
transforming hair from one color to another takes a very long time, and so patience was something these two friends learnt.
it took a week to get their brown heads blond.
cycles of bleach, day after day, the substances slowly sucking the natural oils from their scalps in between deep conditions, or feeble attempts at keeping the hair on their heads from drying out.
but they got it done, step one, and then got to move on to the next.
step ii: color
tiring of the process and lack of results, it seemed like nothing could excite them for what they set out for.
but then, the day finally came when they could add color.
pink… i want pink… one tube should be enough, right?
skeptical, but certain she could make it work, the previously dark-haired friend agreed.
when they got back home, they worked in the dark, empty kitchen all night, the previously dark-haired friend painting each strand of hair on the previously gold-haired friend’s head as best she could with the very little dye she had, as the previously gold-haired friend sat, watching movie after movie, and turning her head when necessary.
it seemed an eternity later, but at long last the previously dark-haired friend finished. the tube was squeezed dry, and every bit of coloring smattered onto the previously gold-haired friend’s small head.
then they left it in for thirty minutes, balled up in a hair bag, and let the hot pink to settle deeply into each piece of bleached out hair.
head in the sink
faucet pouring water from forehead to the tip of the hair
towel dried, then combed.
the previously-gold haired friend was now
the pink-haired friend exclaimed. it was so exciting they whooped and whooped at the fact that they didn’t do it all for nothing.
do you like it?
the previously dark-haired friend asked.
i do! i feel… different somehow, too…
different? why, just because your hair is a different color?
no! i feel different… maybe it is just because my hair is pink… but maybe not… anyways… it’s your turn now!
the previously dark-haired friend pulled out a box with an obviously photoshopped model on the front.
well i want silver… and the picture on the box looks silver… but it’s called ‘smokey blue.’ should we do it?
looks good to me. let’s do it!
thick rip of cardboard.
wrinkle spread of the instructions on the table.
poke puncture of the shiny tube of coloring.
crap squirts of the gel into the mixing bottle.
onto the one with the previously dark-haired head
this one took only twenty minutes to put in. another thirty-five to leave the dye on the hair for the color to attach to the hair, until it’s washed off.
a spot rinse, then full on shower.
when she got out, the mirror was too foggy for her to see what she actually looked like.
so she opened the door to air out the bathroom, and get dressed. when she went back in, an involuntary scream of shock .
the dark-haired friend, who now had blue-hair, stared at it in the condensated mirror, water dripping slowly down the reflective surface.
she ran back into the kitchen, to show her pink-haired friend.
yeah it is!
and i feel different too… somehow… is it just because it’s a different color?
i don’t know… it didn’t feel different after bleaching.
hmm. that’s right.. well i’m sure we’ll find out in the morning. but it’s late. let’s go to sleep.
yes. sleep. yes.
the blue-haired friend and the pink-haired friend and their slightly damp heads laid on pillows and cozied up under many warm covers and slept a deep dreamless sleep.
step iii: magic powers
the pink-haired friend woke up first, in a bundle of blankets that took her a long time to free herself from.
but once she got free, she was astounded.
the pink-haired friend looked down from the top of a mountain of blankets. she did a quick spin, and looked up at her room… everything was huge.
the bed was the size of a building.
the blankets were spread across the floor the span of a football field.
and her blue-haired friend was just as small among it all.
the pink-haired friend ran down the blanket mountain – or thought she did. as she descended, it felt like she was floating. she looked down and saw that in fact she was! her feet did not even touch the soft ground.
she exclaimed, and sped down to her friend, still asleep in the comfy mass.
she shook the blue-haired friend awake.
she shook her again.
so she summoned up all the energy inside her, and in one quick swoop jumped up thirty tiny fairy-feet in the air, and came back down, hand out and ready to slap her sleepy friend on the face.
but as her hand swiped across the blue-haired friend’s face, it went right through – like a ghost.
the blue haired friend woke up.
what are you doing.
i’m trying to wake you up! look! we’re small!
the blue-haired friend looked around, quite in shock.
how did this happen?
i don’t know.
she stood up, and touched her face.
did you just slap me?
no. well, yes. i mean, i tried to. my hand went right through you face. look.
the pink haired friend went to poke the blue-haired friend again, and as she did, her finger quite unmistakably met cheek.
what? that didn’t happen before!
and before the blue-haired friend knew it, the pink-haired friend was winding up to slap her across the face again, and as she did, her hand went right through the blue-haired friend’s face.
they were too in shock to scream.
are we fairies?
the pink-haired friend asked.
i think we are.
the blue-haired friend replied.
and so, the two of them walked and floated down blanket mountain, the start of a new life as small fairies.
step iv: montage of powers
the friends used their powers for fun. the pink-haired friend floating around, and the blue-haired friend walking through walls and things.
it was pretty cool.
and they went on many adventures that day.
the pink-haired friend flew up to the counter to retrieve a giant cookie, and the two of them devoured it, stuffing their tummies full of the sweet treat.
the blue-haired friend passed through walls and found interesting things within them. pennies, buttons, small crumbs and dried up flowers.
it was all very magical.
as the sun began to set, and the friends began to tire, they decided to do one last thing before falling asleep on blanket mountain.
let’s fill up the sink and go swimming!
the pink-haired friend said.
yes yes yes!
the blue-haired friend agreed.
so they stopped up the sink and filled it with water, making sure to add a bit of hot water so the temperature would be just perfect.
as the sink finished filling up, they jumped in, and quite suddenly, things got crowded.
the two friends began to grow at an unsafe pace.
not unlike a ‘grow your own dinosaur’ the friends got big, and ended up on the bathroom floor, very much normal sized.
they looked at each other.
your hair’s not pink anymore!
your hair’s not blue anymore!
they looked at each other again.
upset that the color did not stay for very long, but grateful for the adventures they had that day as fairies.
maybe they would do it again sometime.
but for now, their hair needed to rest.
they went to sleep in the bundle of blankets, and dreamt many dreams about magical things